Keeping Time Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Keeping Time
Once, learning to ride,
I clung to my terror.
Suddenly I felt as if
The horse was grafted to my thighs.
Centaur-pulsed, I saw
Rhythm riding.
Swimmers and runners
Dissolve their time and seek
A primal scansion in their veins.
If we unwind, may be
We can deceive the sun
And keep our own seasons,
Thus keeping time
By our own reasons.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Decades ago, I learnt horse riding, when I was a youth. One hilarious morn, the horse galloped back to its stable, with me clinging to its neck; but I managed not to fall.
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4/18/2024 8:52:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I liked this poem a great deal..we cling to terror a lot in our lives...interesting take..thanks for sharing