ten twenty seven

What an odd feeling this is--

to be sitting here at this table,

and having just finished a slice of crab cake pizza,

Christmas music resonating against the walls of the meeting room

towards the end of October.

There are things to be done,

assignments to be turned in,

lectures to be reviewed,

this blurb to be written.

How slowly time slips by! 

That reality slowly

twists and turns.

These temporal distortions

with my thoughts in a muddiness.

It feels like fieldturf being watered,

needing some sentiment of settlement.

Nothing feels clear

and the music fades further into the background.