Epoch

#Oneaday Here we are, another day, another piece of content. Usually, I like to switch up how often I write poems as opposed to short stories, plays, and testimonials, but I have another poem for you today because I have it prepared and it's fresh on my mind.

For those of you just tuning in now, in retaliation to my old self for missing a few weeks of blooming, I am posting a blog a day until ending it on Friday. So if you have missed the first one, go read it, If you read that one and then this one, tune in tomorrow for another! Thanks for your support, spread the word!

"Epoch"

Minutes make the hours pass,

But seconds hold them down;

Years become the hour glass

--Days slipping off its crown.

Dragging once, fleeting next

Time is ephemeral.

One day it's naught and full of vex,

One day it's wished eternal.

We're captive to a subject ride,

Or longing for it still.

T'is first a wall and then a slide,

Life's beauty-mythic thrill.

-Cale Kenneth Montoya (02/21/24)

In a passage written in his famous play: "Macbeth," William Shakespeare writes this: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."

We have all heard the term: "time is relative" and it takes on different meanings for us. This poem is meant to convey the thought that time is sometimes fast and sometimes it's slow, which is curious because both terms "fast" and "slow" hinge on the definitions of time. To me, though, even the definitions of "time" are relative... or rather, SUBJECTIVE. I can have a day go by fast while yours is the slowest it's ever been.

Strange how life does that huh? Hehe, made you think!!

-Cale Montoya