Flip Flops and Time
In the beginning–only flip flops and time.
Crude sandals to protect and preserve.
Long days: sandy beaches, gravelly river banks or deserts—
grow tribes, families, towns, countries.
In the beginning—only flip flops and time.
Youthful love; splashed with the wet of creation.
Long years: children, migrations, settlements and peace—
grow governments, wealth, boundaries and scuffle.
In the beginning—only flip flops and time.
Costumes flourish to prance in peacock style.
Long centuries: contests, wars, hatred and division—
grow strong in delusion.
In the beginning—only flip flops and time.
Creation simmered, boiled and burst into energy.
Long lines: computer code, devises, quick moving thumbs—
grow divisions of people.
How did we lose Flip Flops and Time?
ShareJUN
2015
About the Author:
Elaine Webster writes fiction, creative non-fiction, essays and poetry from her studio in Las Cruces, New Mexico—in the heart of the Land of Enchantment. “It’s easy to be creative surrounded by the beauty of Southern New Mexico. We have the best of everything—food, art, culture, music and sense of community.”