Two days
before I leave here.

I�d like to know the places
where you are from,

how we carry them
amid these fast departures.

My voice will sound the same
in the near far time of Tuesday,

in another time,
in a farther place;

hours taken
out of a pocket

like one would a watch
in some older age,

seconds given away,
lost on its smooth, striking face.



�2006 by Jill Chan