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The Number Line of Life

Time is measured

in problem sets and exams

birthday parties and housewarming parties and frat parties

going out to eat with chattering friends,

anxiety in the wait for the week’s end,

finding the time for peace in ‘alone’

or calling our parents up on the phone.

 

Specific occurrences far from each other:

Weeks.

 

... or daily:

Watching each minute slide by,

Digits slipping one by one

Into ever-so-slightly increasing quantities.

Like a microscopic tortoise

on an infinitely stretching number line,

Moving steadily,

always so steadily,

toward the invisible finish line.

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janet-li
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Published
Feb 27, 2010
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