The late afternoon snuck in
under the crack
between the door and the frame.
It's a small crack,
somehow big enough that time can't be kept out.
Showers, toothbrushes, real life clothes, food
can't fit in the crack,
somehow time can.
I wonder how many others have
the same kind of cracks
between their door and door frames.
How many headaches and heartaches
have pushed them to stuff
around the cracks,
hoping to keep the draft of time
and wind away,
even if for just a moment more?
Tomorrow, I'll get up
just like I did yesterday.
I'll open the door,
the crack will disappear
into the new and gaping opening.
I'll run and I'll shower.
I'll eat and I'll put on real clothes.
I'll sit with real people and speak aloud.
and wind will help the day make sense,
sitting and swirling and rushing unnoticed.
This post was written alongside my fellow creatives at The Creative Collective on the topic, "Speed." Read their fantastic posts here.