Response from the Repositorian

(A good friend wrote this poem in response to my last post, and it was just too good not to share. I hope you don't mind my sharing it-- I won't mention any names, but you know who you are. Thanks so much.)

When you deal in eras and eons,
in generations,
life becomes expanded
into so present a history
that moments stumble
and hours trip together.

When one step takes you back
a generation,
and walking between here
and the drinking fountain
is a trip from Victorian to Tudor
and back,
sometimes you need to pause
and remember
and come back next week.