ETERNITY
Days languish in constant motion
Like time lapsed photography.
No sooner than the sun rises,
It falls then starts again.
Calendar pages fly from the wall
Quickly without provocation.
Monday then Friday then Monday again
Before I can catch my breath.
The days slip, float more slowly than they passed,
Accumulate like snow drifts around my feet.
Blizzard of days creep up my body to my neck;
Buried in days spent.
I don’t remember much more than
A wedding or birth here and there;
Retrieve, give, retrieve, give again.
Running constant motion.
Swirl of days, hours, people, life engulf me.
I see just white paper clouds
Sprinkled with fancy fonted typed up time
Then breeze burst shuffles all away.
Scatter through grass then gone, clean, exhausted.
Only adhesive that bound my life to desk remains.
No more time or constant motion, just how to
Fill eternity.
ESCAPE
The world is on the move
But I stand still.
They all have somewhere
waiting.
The world is on the move
But I stand still-
Silent in the noise.
The world has a purpose
But I stand still;
Aimlessly searching.
My chains paralyzed;
Imprisoned by cold,
Racing to nowhere.
Raise head from pillow,
Face the day
Longing for nightfall
And escape.
Peace is only in sleep.
Restless and weary.
Live every moment to
Briefly die away
From reality.
