Wednesday, April 9, 2014


I am seeking shelter from time.
Crayon drawings, pinned to my wall
have cracked the seal
and the yesterdays begin
to bubble through.
I open my umbrella,
trying to deflect the flow
but it quickly pools
around my feet
and I find myself
tumbling through
half-remembered days.
I swim hard, against the current,
searching, it seems for
some unknowable moment
until fatigue sets in
and exhausted and defeated
I tumble back through.
I refresh the mastic
on the back of the drawing
and cover the hole
but carefully leave
a corner upturned
so one day, when I'm stronger,
I can swim again.

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