Poem #29: Time
This morning's alarm clock tone was unwelcome. It didn't feel as though I had nearly enough sleep as I rolled over and planted my feet on the chill floor. An hour later and I was wishing for a bit more fluidity in our collective sense of "time" as I sat sleepily in my bus seat and decided to put those thoughts into poem form. I'm also in awe of human beings' capacity to share experience and hold to our agreement of "time."
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Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated humanist, MBA, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 and 2020 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She's started a Patreon for 2023 where you can find her more recent work!