Time Weeps


Miles trickle
like the rain that flows beneath me,
wasted time spent in motion,
  
Smiles play
in the mid-afternoon sun
pretending to belong,
sitting between age and youth,
clustered in the centre of a ring
of indifference, 
as invisible as the wind.

And miles trickle
creeping between fields
like the shadows of the setting sun,

Hearts ache
in the fading dusk,
pretending to accept,
as bloodlines reconnect in sadness;
death walks upright
in the shell of a man once young, 
now old before his time.

And still miles trickle
carried along with the torrent
my back to the sun,
	
Planes intersect,
carried through the maze
pretending to keep up;
beginnings meld with endings
in a criss-cross of miles,
time in perpetual motion
spins too fast for some to hold on.

Miles trickle,
racing with the wind, 
the shadows of the setting sun
against my back. 


august 2007
Janet Reid






Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Dawn