Douglas Adams declared
42 as the Meaning of Life
Of what? Why a number?
I think about it a lot
And to me, it makes sense
Kairos can mean "time, as needed"
My own life's rhythm condensed
In one Greek word
Yet Chronos exerts his heavy influence
Over all of my days
Though there are merry moments
Within its confines
In the wee hours of 4 am
A poet writes
I ponder their pre-dawn truths
With my first cup of coffee
10 am sidles up and I am reborn
Into someone productive
Vyvanse takes full effect
(Thank any/every god for that)
When 6 pm rolls around
Bashir transforms
From lazy mutt
To chaotic neutral
Picking his battleground with care
Launching surprise attacks
During his reign of terror
Laughter's brightness sings out
Skipping through our humble bungalow
9 pm: the time it takes
To put Wren to bed
Can feel interminable
But then time stops
In the best way
I get to trace a carefree path
Between his shoulder blades
Like those line drawings
We made as kids
squiggly, circular wanderings
Coloured with careful precision
Children shaping stained glass
For Gaudi cathedrals
How many months
(I pray for years)
Are left in the meter
Where he wants to be
This close
Last week, Pen said to me
We only have 30
Good summers remaining
This new thought startled my heart
A racing rhythm of 130 bpm
My half worn out organic watch
Steadily ticking
Thumping out
Mortality's countdown
Alerting me of what remains left
On the clock
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (5)
Well-wrought! I'm familiar with Adams take, but I also recall in some or another treatise I read that 42 is, for some reason, "the number of the curse". Lost to time and mind now, but I would encourage you in any wise to keep counting your blessings, for this is a much better practice.
A reflective poem blending Douglas Adams’ 42 with personal rhythms of time, love, and mortality
This flowed like time itself—Kairos and Chronos dancing through your day. That ‘30 good summers’ line really hit me. Is this part of a larger series or just a standalone reflection?
Time just keeps on ticking doesn't it. So nonchalantly. Loved your poem!
amazing writing