The passage of time
Hundred Acre Woods
Owl astutely apportions
Day’s segments to wise endeavors
Operating on flawed premises:
Control over inexorable flow
Christopher Robin meanders evenly
Equal parts aware, unconcerned
With each minute’s continual march.
Marks time in tasks accomplished
Savors fleeting seconds
Roo-free at nightfall.
Piglet frets time elastic
Anxiously stretches painful moments
While pleasured ones snap by,
Pooh licks each sweet moment
Liquid gold compressed
Time’s passage honey-pot counted
Rumbly-tumbly stomach addressed.
Tigger bouncy-trounces time
Pouncing fun, fun, fun
Morning, noon, night oblivious
Tail-hopping he’s the one
Eeyor’s morose melancholic assessment
Betrays darkly hidden past
Eloquent in time’s tortuous elongation
Single second’s transformation to
“Days, weeks, months, who knows”
Echoes time-doing woes
Only heart-rendingly incarceration known.