One Year

(Published in Lucidity Journal of Verse, Winter 2005)

One year

There is no need for the calendar
which I know quite by heart
having counted and recounted
the moments and the months
which add up to a year

One year

My biological clock
protests this fact
and like me, it too attempts
to comprehend the passage
of a tiny bit of eternity
too complicated for thought
too fast to absorb
to call it Time is absurd

One year

With a pace and a passion
of its own
with a unique way of passing
as though belonging
to a different dimension
expressing itself in a simultaneous
slowing down and acceleration
as if rearranging molecules
so that it still possesses that wonder
and freshness of a yesterday ago

One year

Where did it go?

© 2004 Helen Bar-Lev