For an Unseen Finish Line

by Laurie D. Smith

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    Time is a distance runner,

    concentrating on his clock work stride,

    pacing out duration

    for an extra-peripheral world.

    Epochs are left

    sunken footprints in the sand,

    history vanquished by the tide—

    And he steady goes on

    absorbed in his breathing

    “Day in, night out …

    Exhale dark, inhale light …”

    His heart beats eternity.

    Various human sorts have flailingly

    tried to keep pace

    with the new-to-ancient echo

    But the sound drowns out mortality.

    And time is a distance runner.