time

it marches
when I wish
it would
bend and loop

and stop
even
in just one room
while the rest
marches on
without me

collect it
in a pocket
spend it or save
wind it around
dream for a day

while the clock
quietly slows
and a single day
stretches

and my heart
finds a home
in that slow space
and my breath
catches up
with my mind

weighty white blankets
sunshine streaming
through warm windows
and no time
ticking or counting

until I pick it up
again
with heart and breath
slowed

and march on