Wednesday, October 8, 2014



Time you are not good or cruel
You are not there in isolation ever
You are not a body or a being
I make you into a monster
for a morning
and then remember you are weather

Friend, the future just wants
to live and then be set free
rushing past us to resolution

To be a real boy
by spending itself until it is gone

The universe wants to unwind
and we are in the way
but only a little

1 comment

  1. Magnificent little jewel of a poem. Pairs so tightly to the image you chose. I'll remember this one for a long while-and I'm going to try for a bit to think of time as weather---


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