Time's Toys
Emptiness, the emptiness that holds all emptiness.
Imagination secretly gazes beyond the classroom window at a sea.
Youth and its exam paper plan to skip school and wander.
The All, the All that has lost everything.
Only love, in its deepest form, fears not the swallowing night.
The Creator ended the day's work in haste, forgetting to clock out.
The Divine, the divinity that is plainly obscure.
The morning's role-playing has yet to awaken.
The grass watched, at the microscopic scale, how truth spends a cup of coffee.
The Human World, the human world as empty as the wilderness.
Kindness has withdrawn from the city's crowded fears.
Faith dwells in the ceaseless chatter between a Gray Treepie and a utility pole.
The Future, the future that has, in truth, already been here.
Innocent souls are still standing in punishment beyond the light cone.
O toys of time, please come and claim yourselves.
