FIVE MINUTES
BY R. MIRANDA
Time-mankind's greatest obsession. The contemplating mind struggles to define it. Refine it. Keep it. Lose it. Use it. Value it. Waste it. Serve it ... Immortalize it. As if time was an actual thing… not just the concept.
Time lacks logic. It is magical — transcendental. It is the wayward child who simply refuses to follow the rules. 62 seconds does not a minute make. It answers to no one yet speaks to us all. In this sense it is unquestionable.
“Five Minutes!” Marks the voice of an unseen prison staff. I sit in a cage of concrete and steel, serving time. It seems like an eternity has passed before I hear the welcoming “klack!” As the gates unlatch, freeing 100’s of beasts … animals from their cages. But not all at once, like the starting gates at a not-so-local racetrack, do the men emerge. It’s more like … well, something words cannot, will not, do justice by defining it.
Time — what a concept
As I leave the sanctity of our writer’s workshop, I contemplate what has become a binding staple, a “five-minute” writing exercise. An experience that must be felt to appreciate. Words defining thought, immortalizing moments unhindered by time… wayward children, not unfazed by time or rules, rather children simply refusing to be constrained by a notion of what “spending time” looks like. Giving birth to generations that span, transcend, eternity.
Time — what a concept.
The Big Bang Theory: Billions upon billions of galaxies spontaneously created in an instant! So hard to comprehend. My small self-marvels, and left overwhelmed by mere dozens of words created in our “five minutes.” Time — what a concept! | RM