Stolen Minutes Poem by Diana van den Berg

I stole from Father Time
and concrete jungle pressures
and weighty responsibilities
and pounding duties
and rewarding commitments
and the work I love passionately
but that enslaves me
and shrieks for all-night unpaid overtime
to

feel

and I wrote
a poem
and whilst
I

feel

guilty
for doing that
I know
I am
not.

(6 April 2013)