Featured in the 2015 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Time 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 Time. The mantle beneath us churns with it, Scorches our skins, incinerating us With its massive power and great gray and blue heart and Time. 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.