Miscellaneous Writings and Musings


A genie and her rock band

(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

Steal Tomorrow
Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

My Books and Stories

My Books and Stories
Where to Buy, Read, Download

Time Flows

I analyze the viscosity of time,
its rate of flow,
its tendency to stick in tricky places,
and sometimes stop
while I hold my breath
and wait.

Who can say how long it takes
to become adept
in time’s meanderings?
For though it appears to run
in patterns
(its own peculiar channels),
in truth it follows paths
of its own devising:

If hours were edible,
I’d choke them down.
If bankable,
I’d save them in a jar
(under my bed)
like private fireflies,
just for me.

Instead, time flows,
through my fingers and my hair,
out the back door,
across my yard,
vitreous and virulent,
hard to measure.

But still I attempt
(in spite of everything)
to rate the viscosity of time.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.