Time Compression

 

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A week’s worth of a day

Open air and cadence

Sweet nothings and coffee

Cleaning, preparing, going. . .

 

Arriving in hurried conversation

Check the boxes

Make the orders, give

The unexpected, crushing blow

 

An injury, a promised filing

Tears in the hallway

Cuttings on the floor

But you must move forward

 

Leaving at last

Light streaming

The cows making dinner

For a beloved companion

 

Then the screen

Recalling countless words

Which make no sounds

But fill me weary

 

A usual consequence

Of time compressed,

Jammed, stomped from

One week, into one day.

 

Lord help us all.

3/7/26