September 26, 2012

Hunted.


As I wander through this apartment
it feels like walking through time
Not forward, as most believe
Not sideways, as I believe
But backward 
Every morning the world looks imposing
Like I am getting further away
By mere inches
Things seem to weigh a bit more
Lifting them becomes more difficult
By mere grams
Time that used to feel so weightless
Time that used to feel so expansive


It is hunting me now

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is a really great piece Sheena.

PJ Fournier said...

Time only knows one direction. Eventually, the hunter will become the hunted. Hang in there, Sheena.