Three Minutes

Time is a demon
That taunts from the crest
Of a distant hill
Always plenty, yet never enough,
Dragging its feet
Like nails up a tender back,
Making you wait

Wait

Wait

It seems like forever —
Then you blink
And another three minutes
Has passed you by
And you’re left with nothing
But a memory
Reflected 
In the rear view mirror




july 2011