Event Poem by Brian Minniear

Life has freed me up
To sit and wait; sit and watch.
My lens is bent and twists
Like fabric in an hourglass,
See me lessen.

Or: I take the liberty to sit.

The weight of age bears down
Gradual finality
I am one fleck among these infinite motes
One glimmer on the sun
How trivial an attempt to ascribe meaning to the narrative

And: What I wait upon waits also for me.

We two inert polarities
Gravity becomes grave
And succeedingly more gradual -

Eventually collapse and implode.