News that Bill Gates is no
longer the world’s richest man
shook me.
I was moved to contemplate
man’s place in the universe.
God’s accordion.
Our tiny mortal minds are
hard-wired for linear time.
Time exists only relative
to constant speed of light.
Einstein’s violin.
Mind is a sense.
Like sight, taste, hearing,
smell, and touch.
No more, no less.
Because I think I am?
Am what?
Parting the flooded Jordan River
was God’s final meddle into
men’s affairs.
Minor personal miracles occur:
Deeds of dangling spirits of dead.
In time we die.
Like my neighbor down the hall,
Mrs. Scirghio, said after her husband
died choking on a chicken bone:
“When ya numbuz up, ya numbuz up.”
Eternity is a conceit.
Absence of time
is not eternity.
Every breath is.