Imagine the universe, expanding since the big bang, only bigger,
the universe times 10 raised to a power filling the page;
or take copier paper and pencil a line,
an infinite number of points,
halve it – still infinite –
then halve it
again.
Imagine the time between lunch and dinner, chewing blades of
outfield grass, head pillowed on a Wilson glove,
bike leaning against the backstop fence,
and sweating friends shielding
their eyes from the
yellow blister
above.
Imagine time without hours in sweet citrus hallways
with mahogany tables, deep cushioned chairs,
knobby fingers on walkers passing
gray men in diapers who stare
without seeing and talk
without saying
a thing.
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