Day 3: Poems

This is part of my ongoing 100 Days of Creativity project.


no you don’t understand

the shifts in perspective that

make the clock run


as each trembling tick wobbles

ripples in space-time

the cloth falls off the table slowly

gaining momentum

as it crumples on the floor.

we let the fabric slip through our fingers

because we want to feel it


only to find ourselves repulsed

by a barren table