The Poetry of
Jack Scott


Time, time, time-
It is all a question of time,
it being all.

The question of all time is
time itself.

Do we pass through it
or does it carry us along
as on a wave?

If everything is energy
and information,
intelligence being their bond,
is time their path?

Things cannot go from here to there
unless they travel now till then.

We like to think we handle time
in many different ways,
stretching it,
compacting it,
thickening it,
diluting it,
then ending it.
but, ah, there’s the rub.
It will not end when we do.

The rest is of lesser consequence.



450 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.