The last few days, during this Corona pandemic, have at last begun to make me feel the pressure of timelessness, and this might be seen in this poem. The prompt was seeing my reflection in a clock face.
It'll be interesting to see in the future just how many poems, and other writing, the Covid-19 outbreak has engendered worldwide. It can be difficult getting sidetracked into other subjects.
Anywhere
I caught myself like a ghost in the clock face
Hands took hold of my time and stopped
in the germ of a green ocean.
It was like seeing my twin but as foreigner
and not at all myself...
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