time and measure
disagreed,
about the length
a year would need,
to feature seasons
days and weeks,
to round the sun
and at what speed…
time contending
three-six-nine,
accommodated
moon and tides,
leaving room
for set and rise,
of sun although
just trick of eyes…
measure wanted
something less,
three-six-oh
seemed measure best,
a textbook circle
no excess,
tried and true
and fully blessed…
alas, the loop
was shy of goal,
despite the truth
of circle whole,
it missed the mark
to stall at pole,
a shortfall, sure
but fixable…
while time itself
ran well beyond,
the starting point
was there and gone,
throwing off the
dusk and dawn,
quittin’ early,
going long.
so calendar
was called to solve–
the proper rate
a year involved,
how long the earth
took to revolve–
around the sun
and made the call…
three-six-five
was deemed to be,
the flawless mix
of time and reach,
it formed ellipse
and perfectly,
a fabric wave
in cosmic see.
©Karen Robiscoe
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