If we are held by time

If we are held by time,

we are held in humor,

or contempt. The rocks

are emitting a silent amen.

If we are held by time, and most of us are,

in ravishment, when things are fast

and we are moving,

rapture perhaps, or perhaps, who cares?

Today, I will learn things.

Not by diving long

into them, or by feeling them about my ears

like a warm blush on a late, coming autumn, summer evening,

but by feeling their weight

like stones about me,

and their impenetrable substance

that makes my lack of substance obstinate, and grows later

into things we pass by

on most days, when things are fast

and we are moving.