Time

If there is no time

Why do we become

Shells of ourselves,

Why is there a dawn,

A sunset,

If there is no time

Why is the line

Between birth and death

So short,

Why does the cuckoo

Report

Every half and on the hour.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Gravity Sucks” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:56 PM March 17, 2018

Hiding The Moon

Who knows

What blows in the wind

At night,

Flows through minds

In the dark

When the clouds

Are hiding the moon,

Who knows

What creeps from corners

Peeps over the sill

Licks its lips

Plants nasty deeds

Near the weeds in the garden,

At night

When the clouds

Are hiding the moon.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Gravity Sucks” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:41 PM March 10, 2018