𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗭𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀
𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦
Spending a rainy day on the same creek
in a hollow of the Niagara Escarpment,
a mouse can hear time speed and slow down
in the continuous sound of the water
hitting glossy creek rocks.
A sapient hiker on the Bruce Trail
might say that time is not variable,
but a in late-March a mouse knows
that the mosses and bulb flowers
grow by the hour, watersheds and water tables
infusing tiny stems too young to track the sun
between the bare twigs of the overcast canopy.
Mice know that time moves with runoff and rain.
Mice being objective observers of time.
And hikers being subjective creatures
touring the trails on rims of timetables
or abstracted unaccountable authorities
that replace the owls peering down
from those leafless wet bowers above.