This week's totally optional Poetry Thursday prompt was to write about time. Here's my offering. More wonderful poetry on time and other relative dimentions in space can be found here.
The clock on the arrivals board gleams green,
the numbers winking in and out of phase
as they change. Twelve thirty one, twelve
thirty two. No sweep of reassuring second
hand to measure my anxiety against. Displaced
travelers stand in a jumble behind etched glass doors.
They step across an arbitrary line, welcome
to the United States, anything to declare?
Flight crews avoid the crush of hugs and camera
flashes, jaded men in business suits set rolexes
to local time. Your plane landed exactly seventeen
minutes ago. I track a young man wearing
your smile and a taller version of your body.
In the car, you talk non-stop. You will get
to reclaim seven hours stolen two weeks ago.
I will never have that time with you again.