it marches
when I wish
it would
bend and loop

and stop
in just one room
while the rest
marches on
without me

collect it
in a pocket
spend it or save
wind it around
dream for a day

while the clock
quietly slows
and a single day

and my heart
finds a home
in that slow space
and my breath
catches up
with my mind

weighty white blankets
sunshine streaming
through warm windows
and no time
ticking or counting

until I pick it up
with heart and breath

and march on


© my little epiphanies Kerry Campbell 2016 all rights reserved


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