When the astronaut returned to Earth,
he was told he had not lived as long
as those he had left behind on the planet,
but gained one whole second in time
that the others had used up.
He soon found out it was true;
wherever he went,
elevator doors would already close
before he had stepped out,
and his wife said goodbye
before he had a chance to say hello.
(I wrote this yesterday when I learnt about Alden Nowlan, a Canadian poet. I read 2 of his poems and then I wanted to try if I could do something that looked – from a very far and humble distance – a tiny bit like what he did. I don’t think I quite got it, and of course I can’t copy his style exactly nor do I want to do so. I still hope the poem is ok. 🙂 And Nowlan is really worth checking out! I am still having this cold/bronchitis/ whatever it is but in between coughing I am not that bad really. Taking things slowly. I do want to go outdoors! 🙂 )