Apr 2014
Can scuttle shade to shade,
A bolting spider
Bringing back the day
My father died
So unexpectedly?
April 2nd,
April 2nd,
Twice
And down again
And scurrying unseen
To thrice.
How is it Time
Can simultaneously,
Throb slowly on
From troubled day
To troubled day,
An angling worm,
Obstinately crawling
Through stubborn clay?
A bolting spider
Bringing back the day
My father died
So unexpectedly?
April 2nd,
April 2nd,
Twice
And down again
And scurrying unseen
To thrice.
How is it Time
Can simultaneously,
Throb slowly on
From troubled day
To troubled day,
An angling worm,
Obstinately crawling
Through stubborn clay?
Two years come and gone...seems only last week.... The disorienting feeling that Time moves at disproportionate speeds is upon me this day.
