A Query About Time.

A Query About Time

My mother left the city when time

Was ancient.  The days were longer,

Stronger, brighter.  Sometimes the women

Would cook all day, and the men would

Work all day.  The children would play

In the streets and go to school.  It was

A little like Heaven.  I used to belong to

A group that talked about the olden days

At the little grocery store down the street,

Some people would brag about their

Grandparents and the good times they had,

Others would talk about the war.

There were many wars to begin with,

And that wasn’t the nice part of it-the nice

Part was the fact that everyone was sitting

Around a table together, talking about it,

Expressing their feelings and emotions.

Sometimes they would stop and reflect.

And then the stories would evolve and change,

And reflections were had.  There was a strong

Relationship between the bad and the good,

The weak and the strong-but sometimes the weak

Were also good, which meant they were strong,

Too.  Even if it was nighttime, the darkness

Evaporated as the stories went on, and the night

Would grow chilly, and then the day would come

And everyone would go home.  ‘Cause sometimes

They stayed all night, not being aware of the time.

That was when time was the most ancient.