time machine by A.H. Lewis
To go back to any place in
If I could choose, I would go back to a
Maybe to the dinosaurs, but not
the hum of nothingness,
to see nature in her most exquisite
To see the planet in its truest greens and
to hear the sighs of the mountains
I want to feel the insignificance of being
Time is the god to which everyone refers,
the one so vehemently feared and
Remind me, then, Time, with this machine of yours—
show me how merciless you truly are.
A.H. Lewis is a 26-year-old poet from Pittsburgh, PA, with an English degree from Allegheny College and a Disney addiction cultivated since birth. Her first collection of poetry, The Smallness of Everything Else, is forthcoming from Dorrance Publishing in spring 2019, along with other pieces published in various publications and social media accounts. For Lewis, there is no weather too warm, no blanket too soft, and no bowl of gnocchi too big.