Local Fiction & Poetry Edition
Five Seconds on the R-7
by MARVIN THALL, Chestnut Hill
Focus, said my muse,
on the first five seconds
on your home-bound SEPTA train.
Five seconds, I thought:
Five elephants, or time to read that poster?
NEVER RUN FOR TRAINS
SEPTA SERIOUS ABOUT CHANGE
The clock is ticking — Senior
off-peak fares end at 4:30.
Five seconds later, I’d pay peak.
A law of physics: in five seconds
at the speed of light, we could circle
our planet thirty-seven times
(Is that right, Sir Isaac?).
Always racing against time,
to make one’s mark.
to finish your game,
before the final whistle.
About love at first sight —
five seconds ahead.
a five second glance,
perhaps? Is that the way it happens?
Or, does it grow like the oak from a tiny seed,
months, years, half-century or more, and your
heart still pounds at your lover’s touch,
waiting at the Wyndmoor station,