Thursday, 23 October 2014
A Brief Meditation On Time - Drabble
Time gathered and heaped behind glass. Gravity was pressing down on the pile, driving the future through the tapered present. Tiny grains of now. I try and clinch one in my sight, but it is too swift. Rapidly supplanted by another impelled from above. And then another. I can’t fix on any of these fleeting instants as they drop on to the mound of the past beneath. Whereupon they become swallowed and buried and I spend a lifetime trying to disinter any one lost moment. The future chamber is empty. Inverting the hourglass I recommence the ungraspable passage of time.