This poem is an ode to those middle-of-the-night times, timeless times not yesterday and not yet today. I consider these stolen times, gifts of presence, that I can share with my best friend and lover. NOTE: the prologue to this poem is the overly quantitative, scientific definition of what the duration of a second is, in sharp contrast to the qualitatively awesome experience of time in this numinous space of “extra ours”…
Extra Ours
“The second is the duration of 9,192,631,770 periods of the radiation corresponding to the transition between the two hyperfine levels of the ground state of the cesium 133 atom at rest at a temperature of 0 K.”
God fulfilled
The tallest order
In the whole cosmos
The undeniable rhythms
Of night and day
The cycle of seasons
And years going
By and by
Every second
Billions and billions flickering
Of a cesium atom
24/7/365
Every moment so fine
And still
Every once in a while
Between yesterday and tomorrow
Dusk and dawn
God throws in
A couple
Extra ours
For lovers
Sharing dreams and schemes
In quantum entanglement
And wear soully one
God couples
With that yoke sow light
Going one better than dusk
In supple portending
Of untolled dawnings
