The day,
Saturday,
the weekend,
another morning,
another moment
closer to
Tuesday.

Days, slip by
like sand
through
open fingers,
perhaps its
my age,
more aware
that time
passes
quickly,
hours
tick
on
without
concern,
guilt
or
remorse.

Moments,
seem
to hesitate
forever
between one
and another,
Yet they
fade like
images in
old
photographs
from vivid
to
sepia
shadows.


~into forever~

~into dust~

~into nothingness~



I
dreamed
a child's
dream,
I was
four.

I
blinked,
I was 9,
disillusioned.

I
closed
my eyes
I was 19,
married.

I
sighed,
I was 20
with a
new baby

I
wept,
I was 23
with
another
child,

At
31,
I buried
my
baby.

33,
I ran
for
my life
- divorced -

Time
slipped
by,
it
continues
to spiral,
ahead
of me,
a solitary
grain
of sand,
vanishes
into
oblivion.

I
closed
my eyes.
I'm
still
here.

03/17/2007