Just in time.
decided to race two minutes
against each other.
One minute contained
possibly the most significant
episode in one chronologist’s life:
that is when she first saw the face
of the man
that she would train
to be her supportive alter ego.
The second minute
contained a radically compressed pandect
of the other chronologist’s pleasurable experiences
in life. Some of them were redacted.
They started the two minutes off
on a long stretch of featureless,
almost colourless hour, with the whimsical words:
Gentlemen, start your seconds!
To pass the time
(We tried to avoid this pun,
but due to untimely and unforeseen circumstances,
it was impossible.
the two chronologists
sat down in comfortable garden chairs
and sipped on glasses of cool, fresh blanc de noir.
In the process, they discovered
a previously hidden
affinity for each other,
and they decided to hold hands
while they waited
for the race to conclude.
They are still waiting,
(in pleasant anticipation)
as the race has not finished yet.
An hour can be a very long time.