Space-Time Helicopter

~ qbit 
The time traveler’s wife
asked me to bring back a carton of smokes
From 1972, since it was way cheaper
and still cool, and she could light up inside
instead of bumbling in the rain

Also pick up some orange juice and eggs, 
and don't forget to close the wormhole behind me
like yesterday, when I let loose the gerbils and
guinea pigs, escaping though runway tubes
between dimensions

And please patty-cake or do-se-do 
with the refrigerator, or whatever it is I do,
so that today’s failing avocados come back perfectly
ripe, grab that toast 30 seconds earlier
before it burns

Instead, might I take back what I said, an hour
a day, a month, a year ago?
Time unleashes the past like a furious river,
words, a flood of tumbling wreckage 
and drowning cars

Or find that spot just above the artery
where I can tie off regret with a tourniquet
of silk cord, stanch the memory 
and blood of loss which stain 
the hourglass so red

For Shay’s Word Garden

9 thoughts on “Space-Time Helicopter”

  2. This would be well worth playing around with. Some really good stuff there already, and the ideas beginning to get more interesting toward the end.

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  3. Oh goodness, I love the pets scampering between dimensions via their habitrails. Outlandish! What a question–what could we change, and would we change, if we could? And would that be a good thing or not? And would the redness disappear, stay the same, be worse, or turn some other color? Have some avocado toast and think about it?

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