Sand, Thread, Shells, Coins, Now What?

Learning the time of this world takes time it

Always lasts longer or shorter than you'd like

And what you want is of no interest...

There's

A bit of a language barrier maybe

Between us

that used to be sand and thread

Now it's annoying, loud timers instead

And planners with quotes that say to take "your" time

You don’t even know what that is! How dare they!

“I have no time to find time!”

No time for questions

Your honor

No further questions

You honor

Time.

Time in coins: now

Time in shells: before

Time in: what now?

Time makes sense when you're sad and mad and glad

And you didn't get what you wanted (from college, your parents, your lover, whatever..)

Or you got it (just in time in the mail and such)

Express shipppppppppppppppppppppppppppppping

Swallowable time

That fits in your hands

Time that dances to your tune

And never breaks from the script

You write to control time

Get to know each other!

You don't have to ‘get’ something always!

This poem is part of a series of 25 daily word experiments I am committing to for the month of October. The motto: “Sometimes garbage, sometimes sweet, not fun everyday, but everyday anyway!” Intrigued to experience what can be created (and discovered) in the process of developing a consistent writing practice, I will be writing a poem a day until my Vocal+ subscription ends at the end of the month. Let’s gooooo!