Time’s Thicknesses

A suit of armor, unsuitable
to be a soul, sleeve or silk nosegay,
is suspended and shining
among Sir John’s darker possessions.
There have been too many words annulled,
too many thoughts concealed
for him to rest easily.
In another moment perhaps Time
itself would appear from the clouds to tease him,
its bird-like self too swift to be caught today,
its slim waistline always ready for more
studious adventure.Perhaps once again Sir John
will find his thicknesses sentenced
to big bellied laughter, and to idle promiscuity.

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4 thoughts on “Time’s Thicknesses

  1. Thou sayest well…

    This ain’t bad either:

    Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
    To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
    And still more, later flowers for the bees,
    Until they think warm days will never cease,
    For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

  2. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
    us that are squires of the night’s body be called
    thieves of the day’s beauty: let us be Diana’s
    foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
    moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
    being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
    chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
    Speaking of thicknesses and time, Jim.

  3. Yes, John, Sir John’s last name must be Falstaff—and timeless and thick he is, isn’t he?

  4. Well Jim, this speaks Falstaff to me, a gloriously big personality and Timeless(!) character. Perhaps it speaks more of Time to you though – I see how the poem finishes on Sir John’s thicknesses (poor fellow) while the title is Time’s Thicknesses. Interesting to ponder.

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