I fell asleep in my chair
and woke up twelve hours later—
or so it seemed when I looked at the clock—
even though only a few minutes had passed;
such is the relativity of time.
Does the same apply to the last thirty years of my life?
Well, I could try it with a fricassee
of temps and durée, seasoned with Gewesenheit,
but in the end nothing beats the Minute of Agreement.
After all, the philosopher-king had long since lost
to the solicitor.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
