as days spiral down
faster and faster
each week coming around
sooner than the last one
as years slip
and days blip
my focus shifts
towards the end of time
as one round of fireworks
becomes so like others
I cease to need to see them
parades can go without me
and new thrills
I’d rather will
to my children
than seek out for myself
my goals drift
towards eternity
where things unfold kalaidescopic
not in time—in endless pattern
not in chains of cause/effect, of linked events
but life connecting all its web in present tense
I yearn towards when the frenzied march is done
the end of time in which we all are one.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 30, 2011