It’s
the top of the world,
but not
really.
The
Royal Greenwich Observatory,
a tall
red and white building atop a
steep
gray and green hill under
gray,
somber clouds. A large orange
globe
sits impaled on a spire
piercing
the sky. From this, all the invisible
ships
will set their clocks and dash off
around
the world. I, on the other hand,
am
reminded of a giant juicy peach
slipping
down the Empire State Building.
A
pigeon hops and flutters across a
glass-like
line in the ground.
The
students toss bits of bread and crackers
left
from snacks and lunch around the pier,
watching
him skitter to eat his fill.
He
thoughtlessly skips from one side
to the
other, not realizing the importance
of
being an hour ahead or behind.
How foolish
we must seem, making
such a
commotion over an invisible barrier
and a
fictional concept
such as
time zones.
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