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:
This is a really great piece Sheena.
Time only knows one direction. Eventually, the hunter will become the hunted. Hang in there, Sheena.
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