Mother Time often sits like a tree
catching golden sunlight in its green leaves.
So she lets clock ticks float through her hair
hardly noticing them there.
Lovers lie, waiting for each other to speak.
Wordless fingers touch and caress their flushed skin.
Stretches of time pass unmarked as they linger,
caught in the moment.
I haven’t posted on this blog in a while. Some combination of job stress, a new relationship, and general laziness has kept me away. I’ve also found a new outlet for my interest in poetry, as I’ve been attending the weekly poetry open mic at Innisfree Poetry Bookstore & Cafe off and on. Still, I like the idea of having a place to post poems online, and I might like to write more reaction and discussion pieces about interests I have, so I want to maintain this space.
I’m also giving some thought to adding some things, like an about page. When I created it, I kept the blog looking pretty anonymous, but now I’m thinking this is mostly counterproductive, since a random reader who stumbles across me can’t know anything about me. I’m not going to promise yet when I’ll get this done, but I am definitely thinking about it.