A Single Lifetime | Novella

gold flecks in her round eyes, like sand

in the hourglass

so many tasks, not enough days,

shortened hours, too many delays

she lays it down so it’s slant

and continues life in infinity

it takes one steady breath, her concentration

on the clock, forcing it to let her be

now she’s in infinity

needles of the clock spin faster

and the pocket watch…

she’s out of time