Time in a bottle

The supermarket had a sale

on bottled time, buy two

get one free. The bottles

were clear but a bit dusty,

the contents a light blue.

The bottle missing a label,

I didn’t know whether to pour,

sprinkle, or let evaporate.

I began with a light sprinkling,

a seasoning of time, touching

lightly. Impatient for more,

I poured, allowing the time

to flow as quickly as it could

force itself through the opening.

The bottle nearly empty, what

remained was an evaporating

patina of blue edged in gray

changing to gray edged in blue.

Tweetspeak Poetry has a poetry prompt this week about bottles and cans. I posted a can poem on Friday; this one, about bottles, is a bit more serious.

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.