another poem about time

staring at the clock

where did it go?

time runs eternal
a bog in my mind
that sinks
and drips
onto the floor
like continual
pieces of minutes
that slip
without warning

away
another day gone
off the hit chart
like a #1 song

except, I
I am not a rock star


I am a mom
tethered to time
taken by it

lunch

at noon
i remembered my keys
dropped in the sauce

and my phone
was left alone
near the floor
by the white
refrigerator

where my lunch lived

so i walked
and did not talk

and ate lunch
on the bench
in silence

without electricity
or the internet
waving through my mind

this type of peace,
so hard to find

my desire

on a dark and drastic day
my desire filled the cup
that rested on the worn cupboard
like a rag tossed upon a counter
waiting for someone to pass by
find a use for it

cracked, but still usable
with a faded design
its chipped edges leaked
flakes of blue and yellow

quickly i grabbed it and
ran off
filled it with the hot, rich,
elegant coffee

and drank away my desire

disaster

rose petals blowing
in a hurricane cover
the foul smell of fear

we sing

the moon casts a shadow
on the forgotten rocky
coast that lives in the
memory of your skin
of tonight
of yesterday

of the sweet smell of a
dandelion that blows
slow and silly into
the summer's neverending wind
and I sing

we sing

the sun rises
and shines its
light
on the newly seeded ground

on our soil

where we have,
together,
placed and watered
the roots of
our tomorrow

what?

the first letter of

the word

is a consonant

i can't guess

or remember

but it is somehere

in the brain of

my tongue

and when i

think of it

i will call

angel in a meadow

i dance contentendly

among the blue wildflowers

with a single daisy 

in my elastic

i hope for love

on this day

full of sweat,

sand, and gravel

i have had

enough promises

this year