Poem 381

A couple find more and more pressure on the here and now, the unforgiving minute more than filled by career and children perhaps …

( the image of a fish on a line flashing and flickering in the depths as it’s drawn up is a core one for me for some reason … )

Speed Of Life

Pale as a fish rising
the jealousy of time and place flashes
        there are no memories here
        everything I was
counts for nothing
                                      I love you
warm inside your clothes
beautiful
                  but there are no more times
         there are not enough places
         for us to stop
even half an hour and make one
ours

         things were different
baby things were perfect
      but the weather is changing
      the sun rises earlier and earlier
and in some backward
through the looking glass
way
         we have less time