Time

First published March 2013 in Living Poetry Now 2013 Spring / Sumer

TIME
by Torre A. DeVito

Time seems to be slipping away from me
capriciously. Waiting for me to sit
at my computer to slip behind my back
and out the door, and down the street
to play with the children: the children
who have all the time in the world.

The task at hand glowers at me from
behind the task that I am doing,
and the one behind that is trying to
distract me until the hours have
sped, and the day has fled away
into restless nights.

Then the unfinished tasks
crawl into bed with me. They place
their cold feet against my back
or perch upon my chest, purring
contentedly as they suck
my breath away.

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