“and never again for another hundred years.”
A hundred years ago, no clock
displayed time digitally in
, and no clock displayed dates --
A thousand years ago, time is told
by sun and shadow, the turning
of seasons, the movement of gods,
heroes and monsters across the night sky.
I stared at my plastic desk clock,
a cheap thing I got from a thrift store --
dots and dashesconnectingpairs ofindividualisticones: harmonyin a time of many di
I savored the moment,
for I am of the first generation
to see time displayed like this:
. In another hundred years, who knows
what beautiful arrangement of time
I will not be present for to bear witness.
Inspired in part by HVP's photo "Once every hundred"
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