5/29/14

Clock


The years passed through me
like ghosts,
Brushing coils
of time,
That never started
or stopped.

Verbs circled,
Nouns grew,
This happening,
A vision
worthy of Michelangelo’s
hand.

The chair holds me now,
yet I’m not even touching it.
The stars draw me in,
twins that we are...
It’s okay,
something whispers.
But I already know.

I have not moved.
Not once.

I have not moved,
Since forever.




5 comments:

Ruud said...

Every-thing changes
but
No-thing stays the same :-)

love,
Ruud

Mary said...

Right on, Ruud ! Thanks for that. :-)

Julian said...

Lovely Mary. So beautiful. You and me alike...:)

Mary said...

Thank you, Julian! :-)

Hula La said...

Grace is definitely NOW!