As time stretches across
Pulled like silly putty
To reach over missed appointments,
Lost birthday celebrations, calendar
Notifications, popping up and mocking
Our loss.
Whether we nestle into the quiet
As storms pound the windows
Or race through the rain
Cold needles bashing our brain
We may feel worthless
Empty arms and idle feet.
As minutes tick by and hours
Loom gaping, we feel lost
Not doing, not making.
But I offer a suggestion –
Or only a question,
What if we fell through expectations,
Left open days for dreaming,
Forgot what we’re here for,
Surrendered to unlearning.
Too Far From the Sun 