Time Passing

TIME PASSING

If I could visit once again that room
Where minds of youthful vigour once did gather
And one more time be touched by you, in matters
Great, that beat in pulse of blood or scar
Of tissue… And once again if I could take back
Time, and so be touched by thoughts that live
Unfinished, like loss, subjection, the problem
Of perception… And if good time itself could be my
Gentle helpmate gathering all these stanzas
Of all our months together, then would I through
That lofty threshold pass? And once returned
Could I the present make as not completed?
It’s possible to enter darkened rooms not wanting that.
Some people do. Not me, not you.

by Judith Robertson

NOTE: A sonnet, with love to Carl Leggo, the finest poet Canadian Education has.