Some say I cannot mess with time;
I can’t affect a date.
For time,
They say,
Is set in stone;
A thing most obdurate.

“O-ho?” says I (If I were born
in England and deceased;
For speech
Like that
Was popular
In 1300 c.).

But dead, I’m not; as far as you
Can tell, by date of post –
A proof
That may
Not be as sound
Or proofy as you boast.

For time, you see, ‘s not set in stone;
Its solid state misgives.
For time’s,
They say,
An illusion –
Heck; time is relative.

©2023 Chel Owens

*This poem is in reference to my flexible ‘dates’ I sometimes adopt when catching up on writing.