Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Surfing Time


Time surfs forward always pushing us beyond each day,
wondering why we put up with it.
Salvaging each and every minute, playing it to utmost
capacity, throwing ourselves into work, play, quiet
time, never reversing for a moment, decisions we select
from our repertoire of questions.
Darkness unfolds itself within the circumference of
our time and we reach out forever to pull it close to
us and try to forget our limited existences.

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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