“It is still early enough, ”
I tell myself
But the day, this day,
[Today]
Refuses to listen.
Time collapses under the weight
Of circumstance and introspection,
- Imploding -
In a kaleidoscope of color,
Bearing down upon me
Like storm clouds
thick with rain.
I’ve no choice but to make myself
Small, to squeeze myself into the
- Vacuous -
Little spaces between the words,
Tucking myself in
Between the unimaginatively
Simple black font.
“It is still early enough”
Some will say
But October has come
[Again]
And I cannot bear it.
My tiny, little spaces,
These rivulets for the rain,
Will be the only thing
Keeping me
- Moderately -
Sane.
Christine Austin Cole
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-and-space-s/
