Shattered Time
Perfect, incandescent,
glass on edge,
a tear, suspended—
a moment of love,
of bliss,
(so swift—)
but, forgotten.
Please don’t leave, Time,
stay.
Bound, deaf, dumb, and blind—
stones in the mouth,
falling, falling,
smashing, smashing
those webs
of intercourse.
Alone in a vast sea
of grief—
sinking, clawing,
drowning
in miles and miles of time,
with no choice
but to continue
to the opposite shore.
It is willed,
Time decrees it:
sink on the sand,
and wait,
wait for the struggle
to be over.
Flights, Issue Thirteen, August 2024
Flight of the dragonfly 