time

I met you

In the outside

Cold

Patchy

Sunlight

Your dog

In the sweaters

Your wife makes

Out of of old shirt sleeves

Who always

Is a smiling

And copper dog

When she see’s me

Soft and velvet

In my arms

You say what age you’re going on,

I say mine

You called me young still

“New years is like water

slipping down a drain as I get older”

Your blue eyes

Were distant

Forlorn

Before turning back

To cheerful

That’s a perfect way to describe time,

water slipping and spilling,

getting further away

From us

Were all

Just trying to

Make it

a future undecided,

a set of thing’s you set up

to fall like blocks

To clear days ahead

Raise your glass

There is only this,

the past you carry

In your memory

And the present

undecipherable

Unknowable future

Which might

Already be inside of you

Leaking out

In an unreadable script

That you could never

in a million years

Guess

I think time

Is the color of

Pale sand

Light as snow

Counting our footsteps

In time

With the sturdy

And creaking

ticking clocks

Glass echos

Of yourself

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~