My Quiet Place

Written by: Vicky Tsiluma

Passage of time

If time is Master; I’m the slave.
Each day I clean; I glean 
I make the clock tick and wonder
why it’s the same old scene.

I watch as the years slip away,
and swipe the seconds clean.
Then the sun sets and I cry for
memories I didn’t convene.


* poem written in my quiet place