The Insistence of Time

bearing down as the heaviest weight imaginable it doesn’t look good in the mirror it doesn’t do your taxes for you it doesn’t read you bedtime stories when you can’t sleep it doesn’t provide comfort when you have nothing but fear it doesn’t allow you to rest when you have worked so hard it doesn’t give you a gold star for being a good girl scout it doesn’t do a thing but draw down your skin & make each step harder each step a possible stumble a possible snapped bone or gash in your kneecap which may heal when you are young & you may jump right back up--- but as the years take their toll, it may become more difficult to bounce right back like that inflatable clown you used to punch when you were just a kid--- but the thing is, that’s really all you have--- just like the clown, you have a thin skin of bright colors and a smile that will wrinkle when the air inside is let out--- so you keep that smile wide and those eyes peering bouncing back and forth with every punch coming right back to as close to a stable balance that you can until the next fist comes--- we are all engaged in that spiteful rock against the wind--- time, throwing fists at us, and more than not, connecting--- but we keep bouncing with that creepy smile on our face, caked on makeup & bright fire orange hair until that moment when lady gaga sues us for copyright infringement.