Solstice

Light is elastic / Time is plastic

Daylight has a way of getting shorter and then getting longer again

But daytime has a way of shrinking until the most you can do is the least you need to

Time makes for beautiful moments and frustrating math

But like a sweet balancing act, daylight follows a sinusoidal path

Day by day, season by season.

In day time, the limit as days and years stretch to infinity is zero.

It’s hard to fit something in a zero-hour schedule.

On the stress-strain curve,

Light always bounces back, physically reflecting and perceptually becoming

Bright/dark, long/short

Never reaching a yield point

Time seems perfectly unbreakable, but when loaded, stretches so thin and brittle after a while that it is nearly impossible to use it for anything, and its yield strength can’t be returned.

If there wasn’t darkness there wouldn’t be light,

But time has no reflector and is infinitely finite.

Reworking the metal, rewriting the schedule, reducing the load, recycling the old, is the only way to get it back. 

Light is elastic.

Time is plastic.

A Day in Summer

I love summer days like these

Seventy degrees

A good breeze

Sweet memories

Blowing through my mind.

In the morning after it rains

The dew rolls off my window panes

And the weather starts to change

The world is strange

And looking new and fine.

After noon the sun drops

And time stops

I crack the top

On a soda pop

Or a new batch of berry wine.

As the summer dusk gets underway

You ask me to stay

Awhile and lay

Between yesterday

And tomorrow in our misty melting line.