DonkeysPosted: September 24, 2014
Clocks have stopped but time has not
For time knows no dust, it barely sits still
And is impatient,
Like a little girl at the sound of the ice cream truck.
Time is gone, like sifted sand through my fingers, better yet
Tap water, treated with chlorine
Like days in your lover’s arms, like hours
Gazing at the sea. I
Sit impatient, legs swinging
Hitting the sideboard with a dull thud-thudding
An irritating awakening.
Life had been pushed into suitcases, bundled up
Like dirty laundry, tangled and misshapen, I am
Forced to run, run once again
Passport shoved in hand, I protest
I never asked for this. But
Does it ever occur to you that all you get in life are what
You didn’t really ask for anyway?
Morning falls like a burden upon one’s back, yet
Another weight for you to trudge along with, I crack
And bend, but groan and push on
Because we all are donkeys. Donkeys of time.
Nothing less. Nothing more.