I looked at my phone again
Thing is I did that minutes ago
Still no messages– only the time
Glaring at me like some comic
Saying “hey–a’int nobody calling?”
And then the minutes, the hours just slide
Slide into some other place where
They all mean just the same thing:
Distance, place, time, size
Or some equivalent of all those.
You see, it’s just a matter of direction,
Except that the course doesn’t set the way.
The reverse, it seems, is true,
It’s always the purpose creating the day.
