Time is Not for the Timid
Time is relentless. Time is treacherous. Time is undefeated. Time is a tidal wave Pushing everything Towards the light. Time is not for the timid. Time is the transition Between playing in the schoolyard And dying alone at night. Time is a constant care, Only pretending to pause When dwelling on the past. Like when you remember Being young and happy, Your Mother cooking dinner On a Sunday. She is listening to the radio - American crooners and big band music. The smell of meat, vegetables, and gravy. The neighbour with the comb-over Mowing his lawn. A small aeroplane sowing the sky. Dogs dreaming of left-overs. Newspapers folded, read, Then discarded. Earlier to bed, Than we all expected.
I have an idea That the afterlife, Will be like When we Were under lockdown. Stuck in a room, Watching television. Endless repeats of The Office, Tiger King, Friends. With also the option To watch Home movies From when you were alive. Analyse what you could Have done better, In case we are granted Release from limbo, And once more unleashed Onto the World.
About the Author
Saul Bennett is a poet from the North of England. He has had work published in Boats Against The Current, Delicate Emissions, and Roi Faineant.
He can be found on Twitter @SBennettpoet