At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation to use the line “On this day, without a date, on a back street, dusky” from the poem ‘My Friend Someone’ by Charles Simic.
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Charles Simic: Finding Our Pack
Photo: Taking a slow walk in the State Forest at Kirrup.
“People create all kind of fancy watches and clocks, never stopping to realise that they’re building monuments to the greatest of all thieves.” K. Martin Beckner
There’s A Certain Bliss In Losing Time
Some time ago, over three thousand years, give or take, Joshua claimed that God stopped time. I’m really not bothered whether or not that’s true. I’m captivated by the possibility. I have days where I’d really like to stop time so that there is nothing. I don’t want for something, I want for nothing. There’s a certain bliss in losing time, especially when even self is forgotten and, no one, no thing intrudes, not even myself. The bliss is accentuated in knowing I could stay there or, I could come back at any second, after all, nothing is a choice. Propinquity, that’s the thing, being close to stopping time.
Joshua also claimed that when God stopped time, a whole day was lost. Lost days have no name, no date, so on this day, without a date, on a back street, dusky, I walk into nothing.
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