Hold still

Try as I may

Day 14 of 30 Days of Poetry, Autumn 2024

There’s nothing here 
that I can demand
to hold still

though I try as I may
to ensnare it, to trick it,
to lure it into a bog.

I am born to die, and
here I am doing it,
spinning wild-eyed

through space,
using up the days
like cheap sparklers,

guzzling tomorrow 
with hot wheels
worrying the road.

There’s no one here to 
stop + stay though try 
as I may using up the days.

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Today is a poem written from the word “ensnare” given to me by my friend and artist, Beth. I believe we all think about time passing, but especially as we get older, and definitely when we have children.

Yesterday was Isaiah’s 20th birthday! (pictured from July 4, 2021)

Thanks for reading.