- Kristiana Roemer
Time Is Not Against Us
The gift of poetry.
The most beautiful things
can only be described
through vagueness and metaphor; abstractly,
we are like flies to the fire,
not in the sense that we die when we hit true beauty
but as in we, as we know it,
cease to exist.
Time is not against us.
Time enwraps us
like a mother waiting
for us to understand and see her,
notice we are inside her womb.
Ripening, time is waiting for us
to abandon it.
We think we created it
but we just gave it a name.
Because we named time, ‘we’
from the future and from the past,
we can remain;
but it is once we are born
that it will get tricky.
Omnipresence, infinity,
out of the womb, born into the beauty
in which we cease to exist—but shine.