Poetry of Robert Fisher
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I saw time flowing around my husband,
And I captured the atom-minutes, the hour-molecules,
The day-blocks and molded them,
Pressed them, kneaded them, folded them
Into iron grills fitted with events
That were his day from dawn to dusk.
I packed his suitcase with bars of time,
Each numbered and weighed,
Each a speech or a meeting.
Now my daughters take my hands
And mold them around the grains of time,
Shape them into a day of pills and people,
For my love is an unmoored boat
Adrift in the river of minutes and hours.

March 25th, 2017