(photo by me)
Time
Sometimes
it's so fast
Kids
growing up,
You think you're watching,
savoring, but
we
blink,
and
they're so
GROWN
Time
Sometimes
so slow
Claustrophobicallystuckinthewindowseatwithnoroom
foryourkneesoryournotebookordrink
Unending
time,
Unmeasurable,
no clocks
Time
You
stare at that clock
The
hands don't move, or
They're
moving backwards, as
You
contemplate fate
What
brought you here,
How
long you'll stay
If
you'll ever leave, or
If
you and that clock
Will
be having that same, stale
Staring
contest
Through
eternity
But
sometimes
TIME
Just
is, and you
Endure
the next minute
the
next minute, and even
the
next minute
Until
the minutes stack themselves
Tall
enough that you have
A
foothold, and can
Finally,
escape
Return
Home
Home
is where time
Loses
it's meaning, and
You
just ARE,
regardless
Of
what's happening
It
doesn't matter
Fast,
slow, uncomfortable
Brief
Home,
IS
Timeless
comfort.
****
It's
been a...trying month. Thought I'd share some of the aspects.
~Tina
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