09-06-2016, 01:39 AM
Thanks to everyone for reading. First off, I was born in 1984. This is not a literary reference. The poem came from a thought that I experience time and time again: the process of birth is actually the only form of time travel we currently have. Hopefully this thought is communicated in this very short poem. My other goal was to use as few words as possible to convey this message. I also continue to wonder if flits is the most appropriate word. Other than that, I'm glad that most of you enjoyed the poem and the stacatto meter I used, mostly because this is sort of told from a baby's perspective.