Daily missive for Thursday the 21st of August.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Thursday the 21st of August.

Even as it hangs, unmoving,
The clock ticks.
Fresh orange peel finally curls,
Turns black.
The ragged edges wither
And lose their spongy
Flexibility.
Growing hard and brittle.
Breaking,
Between your fingers.

Even in the absence of wind
Dust moves, motes swirl.
And hair balls
Roll over the floor
Going nowhere in particular.

Lost in time passages,
Caught in a moment
You fear will last forever.
Waiting for a call.
The kettle to boil.
A letter to fall.
Something,
To change.
All by itself.

You know it will,
Eventually.
Even by degrees.
Whether you want it too,
Or not.
Opting out,
Makes no difference.

It comes to a point
When, unless you move,
Then, life will pass you by.
And all you are,
Will be gone.
When everything else
Rolls on.