Packing

Packing

By Ruben Rivera

24 March 2012

Today we long for tomorrow.

Tomorrow we long for the past.

One disregards time is borrowed.

The other that time will not last. 

When did we ruin time travel?

When did the future become 

supreme, synonymous with progress,

and that synonymous with better, 

and that synonymous with 
ever upward, ever more, evermore,

at warp speed, make it so?

We are time travelers, yes. In a

mirror, through spanning telescope,

through books and bones and

rings and bits of memories, the
remains of our actions still ripping
through time and space, flesh and
bone and all the chains of being. 
A nano second, a billion years, 
the past alone is our portal, the past

alone is teacher and guide. 
So,

when did we become futuristic time 
travelers who don't know how to pack?

Thirty Years

By Ruben Rivera.

Thirty years
and still the best part of my day is coming home to you.
30 years
and still I love you
and you me.
1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1 years
and still the best part of my day is coming home
to you.
XXX years.
That's like 200 in dog years
and God knows how many in rat
and still the best part of my day is coming home
to you.