“It is still early enough, ” <br />I tell myself <br />But the day, this day, <br />[Today] <br />Refuses to listen. <br /> <br />Time collapses under the weight <br />Of circumstance and introspection, <br />- Imploding - <br />In a kaleidoscope of color, <br />Bearing down upon me <br />Like storm clouds <br />thick with rain. <br /> <br />I’ve no choice but to make myself <br />Small, to squeeze myself into the <br />- Vacuous - <br />Little spaces between the words, <br />Tucking myself in <br />Between the unimaginatively <br />Simple black font. <br /> <br />“It is still early enough” <br />Some will say <br />But October has come <br />[Again] <br />And I cannot bear it. <br /> <br />My tiny, little spaces, <br />These rivulets for the rain, <br />Will be the only thing <br />Keeping me <br />- Moderately - <br />Sane.<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-and-space-s/
