Out of Time
April 26th, 2010
Escape to inside
out of regular time.
All my friends are there.
People, objects,
and their experiences
real and imagined,
all present and eager to share.
We chat, muse,
mulling over everything.
I write fast as I can
anything
that catches my attention.
As usual, way too soon
comes the necessary pull
back through my escape hatch,
back into unaltered time
in the land of
distracting obligations.
Still, as usual
I’ve managed to slip back in
with rare, raw treasures
all mine
to refine and polish.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #26, get scrappy Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.
