Chronons

A speculative poem bordering on the limite surréaliste.





Chronons  -  30 Sep 15

Listening to the clock
Audibly marking artificial
Divisions of passage
Wind marks the movement
Of a branch
As it sways
The whisper left hanging
In the air
By the passage
Sigh marks the sadness
Felt caused by the absence
Of someone missed
Chronons touched
In the journey
Through time






Just as a photon in the smallest useful “piece” of light a chronon has a similar part of the measurement of time.

Juct a thought.