Photo by Bozhin Karaivanov
Empty Promise
The trees have flipped their
shadows in the yard
Rooms on the dark side of the house
are now lit up
The clock reverses its hands
in empathy while
The earth pretends to be still.
I feel just the same as I did
this morning and afternoon
Life will always be
as it is right now
Time is an illusion
The moment promises.
But, shadows don’t lie.
© 2019 gratefulsue