Adrift
Lately, I measure time
to
a different
cadence
Hours, days,
and
all the rest
slip
by, unannounced.
Unimportant,
they
lapse
into a series of
presents
that
accumulate
like icicles and
stalagmites
that
pool
into years. The
snatches
of lyrics,
trips
to the hospitals
and
intervals between
beards
scatter outward and
away
in distorted
circles
like hands
trying
to keep
time
in multiple place,
all
at
once.