Time

Time

 

Time slides with a sickening lurch

And I stop here, wondering

What will come around the corner

To meet me as I know

I really want to run

But I take the photo

And maybe someone will find it

Easy, as it's numbered

Double one, double one

Or will I return to this spot

In another time

And meet myself

Around the bend

 

For me, this stretch of road between Wilmington and Litlington in East Sussex, UK, is an area where time is fluid. Sometimes I can feel it move.

 

Other poems and images can be found on my website:

www.shelleyturnerpoetpix.com

 

 

Done