Poem: Amor Vincit Omnia (Love Conquers All)

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Different time zones
Different lives altogether
Sea level to my mountain altitude
Your hand touches the tea kettle
Thousands of miles away
I feel the mint touch my tongue
I hear the crashing of porcelain
Onto a tiled floor
Yet my feet are on carpet
There is no tea for me here.

In a dresser drawer
Lie remnants of a past life
Trinkets photos knots of hair
A hand passes over them
Tickling the aura of times gone
Never too far gone
But fading as everything in Time does
Retaining the imprint
As years go on but can’t die
Alive with each day’s dust.

Delicately deliberately
Time folds in on Itself
Chronos thrashing in sure rhythm
No chaos in linearity
Only loss in the temporal
Connected by spiritual ligament
Flexing pulling occasional stillness
Reflection of loss
Understanding of this particular
Reality non-reality.

It has been said so many times
It is what it is what it is what it is
Whatever it is
It is
No one knows
But us
We shall always know
Without these silly words.

Image: “Nearer, My God, To Thee” 1912