So persnickety about management of time,
we need fresh research into a normal heart rate.
We need to determine if the earth is slowing down
and has incentive to rotate, when we happen to treat
days and nights alike.
A dear I asked for her mailing address for my handwritten letter.
She preferred an email, saying: “That would be instant!”
The verbena with which I had embossed
the periphery of the fragrant paper
and the hand-drawn smiley circumscribed by stars
must have felt inferior to the efficient e-mail text,
which I spruced up with a couple of emoticons.
The soul of the letter I couldn’t replicate
as I set down regretting
the wastage of time over careful calligraphy.
And in the early morning, the grandma’s portrait fell down,
as if she had her own complaint:
“I have been grappling with understanding RIP!”
(Published in The Tower Journal, Fall 2013)