Promenade

I said, "I dreamed last night of an inchworm
measuring the distance of our suffering."

She said, "Distance times time equals 
the speed at which things fall apart."

I asked, "Do you think creation could
have been made any other way?"

She answered, "In the space we inhabit
change only happens at the edge
of where chaos and order frolic."

I asked another question, "Don't take 
this the wrong way but can I have 
the next dance?"

She replied, "Only if you fondly promise
to promenade with me all the way down
the corridor of time."

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s