Time?

Airplanes crawl

Like flies up the wallpaper sky

Shadows pulled low

In the gravity

Of the sinking sun.

The weeks melt away

Days pile up

In the pocket of whatever unknown

Holds time.

I am forced to wonder

Is time a concept

We invent

To hold around ourselves

And keep us sane?

Is life one continuous day?

Do we chain it with our numbers,

Snickering, though the joke’s on us.

Maybe we’ve got nothing

Figured out.