A Peculiarity In Time Poem by Jim Yerman

It is said time moves ever onward…at a slow and steady climb…
but there is a wrinkle in that theory…a peculiarity in time.

The time that's measured by our clocks marches forward…absolutely
The time that ages our once young bodies advances resolutely.

But there is a category, a kind of time that plays by different rules
defying all the lessons we once were taught in school.

It's when old friends get together…for no matter how much time's amassed
suddenly they are young again...as if time has never passed.

This is the wrinkle in the time continuum, a wrinkle all friends know
allowing them to pick up from where they left off years ago.

And for the time they're back together…they feel a certain thrill
standing in a moment…where time is standing still…

If you want to see this wrinkle in time…it's simple…
watch as old friends come together…then…
keep watching for the moment when they are young again.