Oh, how could I have been so careless with time?
Trying to catch hummingbirds with a hula-hoop.
All the un-watered whims,
planted in subconscious deep;
inside great empty tiger cages
that capture only the echoes,
and photographic negatives of dreams.
With a knapsack chock full of stars,
and clouds, fully reviewed then abandoned
at random. I have been spinning separate
from the world; wearing time capriciously
on my wrist, fully reviewed then abandoned at random.
Maybe only clocks are careful with time . . .