a new tube of toothpaste
Time meanders, lazing in the sun,
a fat garter snake on a warm rock
Time screams, a hawk pouncing
on a field mouse, or a rabbit
Time trots, a muscled marathon runner
chugging her way to a finish line
Time ages, a collection of liver spots
on the back of an old man’s hand
Time hurtles, a roller coaster headed
downward into a dark tunnel
Time stains, a broken pen spilling
its blood on my hands
Time rises, and tans, and burns, a sun
in the noon sky, heating to afternoon
Time freezes, a pond kissing winter
as snow and ice begin to fall
Time stops, a casket closing
at the end of the funeral service
Time ends, as the sky gates open,
bursting into the radiance of no-time.
Tweetspeak Poetry has a prompt about time this week. Check the link to see how people can make time fly.
Photograph by Junior Libby via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.