Poems of the Week

Books of Hours

by Dan Campion

“Polar ice is melting and changing Earth’s rotation. It’s messing with time itself”

One cannot mess with “time itself.”
Time never is alone,
But woven into space. A shelf
Of tomes have made this known.

Some books, though, say there’s only space
And matter; time’s a quirk
That tasks most of the human race
To punch a clock at work.

However nature’s mills may grind,
By warming up the globe,
It’s we who’ve made the world unwind.
What book is next up? Job.