Poem: "Passing Time"
This poem came out of the July 6, 2010 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from the_vulture and siege. It was sponsored by the_vulture. Note that "Passing Time" takes place in the same future as another poem from this fishbowl, " The Given Now."
Passing Time
The road is dusty and often empty
but for one or two travelers
making our slow way through a journey.
Our leather shoes pat the dust.
Horses trot past with a sound of drums and bells.
We wave as we pass each other,
and the stories of our grandparents
rise within us like memories.
In the old days,
people rode in sealed boxes
like biscuits kept safe from mice,
and they traveled faster than birds on the wind,
so fast that they barely had time to wave
before they were swept away.
Now, we come to a stop, back up and talk,
because we can.