CROSSING CHRONOS
If Soul is sick with tick-tock clocks,
take a dreamer’s boat to a spot in the seas
where meridians meet: imagine a line
and balance on it or float on you back
across west and east but the main thing is,
if you stay light (don't think too hard)
then all of Time’s divinities will find a gap
and intervene —
Soul can be free, collapse in the laps
of Fortune, Occasion
and Memory.
In response to “Chronos eats its children” by Robin Reynolds Barre in Poetic inquiry as social justice and political response.
KRUIS KRONOS
Wanneer Gees bedees is van tik-tok-klokke
neem ’n dromer se boot na ’n plek in die see
waar meridiane verenig:
verbeel jou ’n lyn waarop jy balanseer
of dryf op jou rug oor wes en oos
maar die hoof-ding is as jy lig bly
nie te veel konsentreer nie
sal al Tyd se gode ’n gaping kry
om oor te steek en in te tree —
Gees vry wees, slaap in die skoot
van Geluk, Geleentheid
en Geheue.