Waiting in spacetime

Time is taught
as con-
cept; a tick-tock clock
abstraction hard
to keep since
never can
account for
time it takes
to walk from
A to B, and thus
I wonder if
was invented
as Albert waited
for Mileva
running late.

Albert and Mileva wedding

Albert and Mileva wedding

Today Lillian hosts at dVerse Poetics, with the subject of time. I could of course not avoid the concept of space-time, and did this little poem that’s meant to be fun.


27 responses to “Waiting in spacetime

  1. That’s a wonderful title, Bjorn! I love that you have written about Einstein and I wonder if he really did have to wait for Mileva.

  2. Time is our paltry attempt to measure motion, & when adrenalin is activated, or drugs taken, it becomes elongated; when comatose it stops completely, perhaps. Your piece is laced with levity, very sweet & enjoyable.

  3. Oh, the ending makes this so sweet. I wish it was like you write it, that would be amazing. I used to think though people like Albert never divorce, they always live in harmony with their spouses who are just as great and their support and everything. I got disappointing when I learned he had a second wife :/ And now I wonder, because of your poem, if he invented Time for Mileva, what did he invent for his 2nd wife?

  4. “Time is taught as con” … Oh man, I completely agree. We only care about it (time, aging, beginnings and endings, etc.) because someone told us to. I hate the very idea. I mean, really … wouldn’t it be cool if we could just be where we happen to be and do what we feel like doing whenever/wherever without regard to schedules, expectations, and requirements? I don’t know, Garden of Eden kind of stuff, I suppose.

    That broken “cept” makes me think of a pregnancy test (EPT). The “c” at the beginning is either someone see-ing the results, or sea-ing them. So that would mean the expectant mother is a sea creature or that she’s throwing the test into the sea.

    I LOVE LOVE LOVE the way this sounds:
    “a tick-tock clock
    abstraction hard” … It’s my favorite part of the poem.

    Oh, now I see that “cept” could mean “except … [for] a tick-tock clock.” Or “sept” (7; September, scepter, seeped). Or anagram’d, it could be “pet c” … in which case, all the sea creatures are someone’s pets or someone is petting their heads. 😛 That also sounds like “patsy [cline?], which makes me think of playing “patty cake.” (This poem is getting very interesting! Do you suppose they played these sorts of hand games together … this husband and wife? Probably not. If they had, maybe they would have stayed together. Or did she die?)

    See, “patty cake”:
    “to keep since/sins
    synchronicity” … Hmm. I wonder if this is suggesting an affair.

    I like these three lines on their own, with “never” being a noun and the subject of the sentence:
    “never can
    account for
    time it takes” … To me, this says that if you say “never” about something, then you’re stealing time and possibilities away from yourself. It makes me think of approaching life with a “yes” attitude so that you don’t miss out on anything.

    “to walk from
    A to B” … Since your name starts with “B,” I’m wondering what “A” might stand for … a person’s name, a place.

    Since you hyphenated “space-time” in the body of the poem but not in the title, I think you’re seeing something hiding in the words … like “S[ylvia]P[lath] ace; tie [dye] me.” (Probably not, but it makes me smile to think so.)

    Oh, how I love “was invented” on its own line. It draws out the idea of something being “in-vented.” That’s when we vent our feelings inwardly instead of outwardly. So given the context, I’m picturing him inwardly fuming over her tardiness, but on the outside, he’s still being nice and understanding.

    Tee hee. “As[s] Albert waited” … Obviously I like that line break too. 🙂

    “For Mileva” on its own short line makes me look for hidden words: mile VA, mil (mother-in-law? million? millennium? meal?) eva (an alternate version of Eve? Eva, from the movie Wall-E?). It never stops: my absurdly extended “gift” of sight.

    The last line, “running late,” goes back to the part about the pregnancy test. So she’s “late” in the sense that she hasn’t started her exclamation point (maybe you’re one of those squeamish boys who doesn’t like to hear the other word, so I’ll mask it). And she’s running, so either she’s actually jogging while pregnant, or she’s running away (in her head) from the very idea. She’s too busy, or she knows he doesn’t love her anymore. So she’s running away from the very idea of having a baby (or another baby, as I assume she already has a few).

    Sorry for doing this to you; I just can’t help it sometimes. This is one of those “abstractions” that invites me to play between the lines. 🙂

  5. Delightful photo and poem on the idea of space-time! Honestly, I often wait for my husband…and not with such good humor as this 😉

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