Fleeting

The clock ticks endlessly
Stealing the minutes
Right under my nose

Time is running away

Numbers keep changing
On the oven’s screen
A continuous roll of digits

Sand is slipping in the hourglass

Dishes pile between my hands
An eternal chore
To clean and wash and repeat

Leaves are letting go in the wind

The meltdown is eminent
Tears wash away the rage
The anxiety of a moment

A future is disappearing now

January 10, 2020