Today, I spent most of my time sitting at a garage sale my Girl Scout troop held. There were some rushes, but it was a lot of sitting around. Don’t get me wrong–the girls and I had some great conversations, but it’s the moments of silence that kill you, especially when you’re being eaten alive by bugs. I took the time to write today’s poem about … time.
Waiting for Time to Pass
Clocks ticking
Slower and slower
Time crawling by
You’re not sure it’s passing
You start counting the seconds
Just to make sure
The silence makes it worse
Stretching out indefinetly
Blocking up the air
Movement makes it better
Reminds you you’re alive
Until the bugs start
Trying to bleed you dry
Then you’re fighting for your life
Against a million tiny foes
For every two you kill
Another bites you
And though you keep
Checking the time
It never seems to change
And you become convinced
The minute hand will
Never move again
My Life is a Notebook 