NaPoWriMo Day 20 – Time

Time slips away from me,
I do not see it pass,
and all the things I meant to do
remain undone,
or else, when I inspect them
I see that they need doing all again.

When I sit down
to write a poem,
a thousand aeons pass before my mind
and flow out on the screen.

But when I, blinking,
come back to this moment
and turn to look around,
I see the world
has not been changed one jot,
except for the settling
of still more dust.

Linda Rushby 20 April 2022

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