Many Seconds

Many Seconds

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

FatherTime forces me to breathe.

He tell me that now is not the time to panic.

 

"Hold steady, be still, all will fall into place."

 

I do not believe I have ever been so bold

as to doubt what he has to say about such things.

 

But...

 

There is the matter of young love.

The hex it puts on your heart.

The fool it makes out of the sane.

 

That fool is me today.

 

I pretend that my soul is patiently mending.

I have reopened wounds in your name.

© 2010 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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I loved this. It felt so honest and I loved the idea of FatherTime. 'The fool is me today' - I loved how this statement stood alone. Nice write.

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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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