I Cut A Hole in Time’s Pocket

A poem written about a lazy morning spent outside in the sun when I should have been working inside at my desk.

Today, I discovered a cheat-code.
Cut a hole in Time’s pocket
And stole the minutes and seconds that fell out.
Let my laptop go and stepped outside
Of Time.

Sun soaks into my bones,
Kneads its heat into my skin.
Cheek pressed to shoulder,
Inhale.

More lizard than human,
I sit sunflower-style.
Limbs lie heavy
And thoughts laze swollen.

Birdsong and barbecues,
Planes and playtime,
Reminders that Time trickles on
Around and without me.

Sensing my disobedience,
Time makes itself known
In shouts and shadow.
My pocket of light untouched by shade.
For now only.

I savour my secret.
Tasting fragility,
Impossibility.
A lie.

There’s a knack to it, you see.
A shift of perspective,
A trick of the light.
Tell your mind to go left where the map says go right
Choose to hear true when everyone hears false.

In this game of sleight of mind
You are mark,
Audience,
And con artist.

It is not new,
To cheat.
To think we can cheat Time,
We can take, give, lose, gain, spend, waste, invest
And borrow it.

But to stop it?
Like Canute before me,
I am helpless before its
Tide.

My cheat code has an expiry date.
My crystalline calm cracks
And real life must
Break upon my shore,
Once more.

Author's Note

Any feedback whatsoever, on style or content, would be much appreciated. Thank you.

Reviews

[Anushka joshi]

I felt every bit of peace and lowkey the guilty pleasure.🙂

[Planet x]

I like it, I suggest you stay far from your Desk and write more beautiful poems :)

[FaeryQueen]

that was an enlightening journey--

is this in reference to how you feel once you've stepped "outside of time"

> More lizard than human

?

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altogether great write, thank you