Time Flows In One Direction
Dizzy with effort and blind with sweat,
His temples pounding, his eyes swimming,
What if he falls and no one sees him?
Slow down, he tells himself, the ice
Will melt in time, but nothing frees him
From the need to get the job done.
A little more effort and the ice will crack,
Or will it? One day soon the sun
Will return but till then he must stay calm.
He dreams of the day when he will fly
South for a week and sit under a palm.
Time flows in one direction, and tends
To greater and greater disorganization.
He is not the man he once was. Why bend
To the job when the job has no end?
The flight is booked. His friends await
His arrival. It is solid ice, from snow
Followed by a thaw, then a deep freeze.