Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose

My Ruler

I took out my ruler
to measure my day
no matter what I did
it always ended up short
in the wrong end, or long
in the other,

I took out my meter stick
which was much more accurate
than something that measured
the feet of Roman Men,
but it too lacked
a millimeter or three
when the sun went down
plunging me into darkness

Perhaps, I should use
Hydrogen, like in the Atomic Clock
the most accurate way, to measure my day
Alas, the Hydrogen Line became Caesium
and my thoughts became cooled
with liquid Nitrogen, but I still couldn’t
make the distance shorter
between me and you…..

Maybe, I’ll invent my own way
of determining the distance
between you and I, one not based upon
the inaccuracies of measuring things
that never were meant to be measured
anyway,

If I am not being too specific
with atoms circling about
the nucleus, some of them
taking quantum leaps
into other concentric orbits
the smaller, larger picture being,
it all boils down, in absolute terms,
taking into account
how much I really miss you, and your smile
while I am living my life
in another frame of time

Absolutely yours
your time measured friend
.me…..

Advertisements

Author:

My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

Leave a Reply

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 )

Twitter picture

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

Facebook photo

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

Google+ photo

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

Connecting to %s