Time separates more widely, fatally
Than space. The second that just passed goes, gone,
Leaps gone forever, plummets weightily,
More heavily than gravity’s hard, wan
Iron cannonball in vacuum, yanked fast
Away where science cannot find it, lost
Eternally and instantly. The past,
Our pasts are irretrievable, hit, lost.
Sere continents, salt seas and oceans rend
Our lives apart, but these can be traversed.
No transport can commute us to past’s end
Of dark light years beyond. Time’s split is worst.
Pacific waves and wrinkles on the sweep
Of deserts fail. Yesterday’s fall looms deep.
~ Phillip Whidden