January 2012
TICK TOCK SAID THE CLOCK
The only thing that makes this a new year is the calender upon the wall.
A chart designed to measure time.
Every sunset and sunrise counted. Given a name and a time and a number.
I pile them on top of all the other memories of so many days, like stacks of mail. Bills, letters, important documents, junkmail, I never really sort it.
I sit here feeling exactly as I did and as I do and as I always...
