As a child time creeps forth

Too slow

Now we gallop faster and faster-

I could feel tomorrow slipping into me

Before today would be done.

(Close my eyes and I was there; the empty places are collapsing
when nothing held them up)

Years are piled at my door

Endings tapping at the back of my shoulder

As futures finish before they will be born.

Bring back the line, time

Or send it forward;

I don’t like this jumbled mess,

This shifting mass of yesterday and tomorrow

And pointless todays clumping about me in one

Seething muddle.

A little geometric order would be nice.