Neither too fast
Nor too slow
Time runs to its own rhythm.
One neither sees it
Nor feels it
Only a circular motion
Of the clock hands coerces
You to tell that there is Time.
Three dimensions of Space
Remain unproblematic
Seen to be there
By one gulp of the eyes
Taking in the room.
So Time cannot be
Crushed by the gravity of a Black Hole
For it wasn’t there
In the flashof the Beginning
by Hemal Jayasuriya
Poetry thrives in a shadowy, allusive world in which feelings that can be un-pinnable in precise language come into a reality all their own. It may seem to have little to do with the world of facts and experimentation that is science. If all that there is can be explained by what we see and/or what we can prove, what need is there for poetry?
POEM
Where is Time
More Poems by Hemal Jayasuriya
- A Binary Spinning a Solid Web
- Imagining In A New Light
- Arching Over
- Edge of a Beach
- Random Walks
- Young and Old
- Olympia
- Interdependence
- Soul Mountain
- Most Strange
- Starburst
- Ordering Into Shape, Unpredictable
- Rashomon
- Differentation
- Prospera’s World
- You are my woman of abstract
- A Leaf In Free Fall, Rotating
- Empty Dot Amongst Moving Matter
- Tom’s Clock
- Women and Men
- The Feel of Beauty
- Vacuum Fluctuations
- Into The Woods
- Birds Sing
- Starlight
- From Zero to Meaning
- In A Third Space : Science And Humanities
- Light of the Non-existent Sun
- Events Jostle Inside The Black Box