Time Is In Charge Here
I float along on top of the balmy, warm, Floridian saltwater
Enjoying the sun, expecting the best of the day
time creeps up slowly, turns my mood
My feelings are not as grand now
I hide inside to console myself
Licking my wounds, feeling hurt and sad
Time shakes me up and spits me out
Smearing me onto a wall in the form of a streak
I have no desire to continue, but time has other plans for me.
I grab onto her coattail when she refuses to leave me alone
We travel the universe; she as a volatile witch with magic spells
I as a black cat, holding on to a sliver of her broom with my nails.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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