Poets and the Sabbath

Why Sabbath? Ask the poets. They know everything even if they don’t know they know everything. In particular, these three views of time resonate with me because once a week, I stop the clock


“We’ll never get there

Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging

Us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches

Sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh

Of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up

In love, running out of time”


from “In The Middle,” by Barbara Crooker


not when the young

Keep shoving from behind

Not when the old are tugging us forward

Pulling on our arms with all their feeble strength


from “The Parade,” by Billy Collins