Time

By Jordan Stone

Time lurks
Behind a sightless window,
Waiting to
Pounce.

Time stays
Until the pressure’s off,
Then slowly crawls.
Crawls up to
A rollercoaster rate
Circling up and down
Following, it creeps
At an ungainly pace
When we are are in times
Of sorrow


Time is slow.
Time is fast.
We will never know
What’s behind
The window.
Until we discover it
Ourselves.