2015-2016, Poem


Featured in the 2015 Fall Issue of Rambunctious

Michale Schueler, '18

It flits by with the speed of a hummingbird.
Ninety times per second
Times that by sixty and that by twenty­four.
And they have been living and beating those tiny wings

One hundred twenty thousand six hundred times-
And they keep fighting and going and drinking the sweet nectar

Of lily­flowers and
The mantle beneath us churns with it,
Scorches our skins, incinerating us
With its massive power and great gray and blue heart and
Time which tick tick ticks on our faces,
Wrinkling, creasing, folding like a thousand origami swans. And maybe time
Takes its toll on everything.
Us. The hummingbird.
The sun will expand and swallow the Earth someday.
And then go on on on without us.