The Futility of Talking about Time from the Perspective of a Leaf
You are all suspended in your
refusal to abandon the timeline.
When will it cease?
When you burn
all your fossils to ash,
leaves stop obeying the seasons,
when the hands of the clock fall off,
when sand stops flowing and
begins to float,
when you shut space
into an impenetrable glass house,
when you manage to stop into the
same river twice?
What you forget
what twice is?
Time licks at the bars of the prison
door as it ferments like ruby skinned
Crush by gravity’s foot.
Waiting, biding time, biding itself,
while you continue to be
oblivious to it.
Stupid with it.
The Futility of Talking About Time from the Perspective of a Leaf, 2018
Leaves, sand, clay, jute, metal chains, mortar and pestle, patience
A Foreign Affair exhibition, Helena van Doeverenplantsoen, The Hague