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
© my little epiphanies Kerry Campbell 2016 all rights reserved
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