Another week
of crazy days
can leave a person
breathless.

It’s like we are
running on
forty-two hour
long days

that keep us
distracted and
breathless
with no time

to stop and
smell those
mythical flowers
or sigh.

Suddenly,
it feels like
we need to
multitask,

outrun the wind
just to keep up
rescheduling no
longer an option.

Who has time
to blink or
watch the hands
on a clock move?

We wear ourselves
out before
we wake up.
Where did time go?

Was I ever a kid?
Time has become
an equation with
too many variables.

Whatever your age
time doesn’t matter.
Just multiply numbers
on a clock by 1ten.

Can
I get
an
Amen.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.