Jack, Jill and The Hill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to scan the horizon below.
Up there, Jill was inspired to spew esoteric.
You see, she  has a doctorate from Harvard in divinity,
and is currently engaged as an Episcopalian minister.

This (in part) is what Jill consecrated
as she and Jack fetched a pale of water
on a windy day in late September.

If seconds from minutes could be deducted
and minutes from hours, likewise, could be deducted,
would it matter absent space and matter?
For none to witness, wouldn't time also be missing?

Jill's ideas often flies over her hubby's head.
He's more down to earth than she.
I reckon, opposites do attract, after all.

You see,Jack's an Aggie degreed in accounting,
who currently owns two Pizza Huts  in Midland.,
the figurative dead center of Texas.

What's this poem about really?  Beats me!
I suppose marriage can be likened to a hill,
a tricky hike top and bottom