Reditio

On the desk, my mother’s clock sits—

& when it’s too quiet

each tick is another shift

between her evanescent present

& her elusive past—

just like some metaphors

are too loud

& never leave.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s