five minutes a hundred years ago

march 16 2009

it was like five minutes
a hundred years ago
and it’s stitched in my cells

just a pathetic child
sure of every answer
save one

and that five minutes
never really ended
paused, curiously and hung
as brief a vapor
as any remarkable thing

i stole it and didn’t keep care
i buckled – a boy

and a hundred years later – an old man
licking at life and every remarkable thing
sure of every answer
save one