Tuesdays at Cheongster Cafe: All in Good Time

Dec 27, 2016 04.30PM |

by Felix Cheong

IT’S not certain, yet,

you’re today whom you thought

you would be, yesterday.


You’re cursed not to see

your own clockface, if it slows

to a growl, quickens as mercury;


a month, a year, or maybe never,

between understanding means

and ends, what the end must mean


when what you held as beautiful

that once, like a mimosa to sun,

collapses, your touch.


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You’re what you’re as

capable of loving as losing,

beginning as destroying.


Oh, the years, yearning, learning.

How it takes time

to know time.


This poem was first published in Sudden in Youth: New and Selected Poems (2009).


Featured image by Sean Chong.

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