Poem by R.M. Dolin
In the Land of Mañana
Feathers serendipitously float
as a function of gravity
coupled with time
while boulders predictably drop
in single variable suddenness.
All of life is relative,
including time,
which is why
in the land of mañana,
even an hour can
drag for days
with the fatal flaw of feathers
dancing on the timeless breath
of a day that defies both
logic and sensibility.
From chapter 12 of the R.M. Dolin novel, “What Is to Be Done.” Jake has an exasperating morning trying to get his mash pump fixed. He shouldn’t have left Sympatico alone but needed his pump. This causes him to stress about the importance of his priorities.
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