Dials
A master at telling time.
That’s what I’ve become.
A being who watched arrows
and blinking lights,
fluorescence sprinkled over words.
Your smiles are seasons,
whole months of weather.
Vibrant with ticking,
they shape my days.
You have become a sundial for me.
I depend on shadows
to show me the truth.
Copyright © 2012 by Valentina Cano
If you haven't already, check out Penhead Press's first publication: Randomly Accessed Poetics, Issue 1: The Texture of Words.
"I depend on shadows to show me the truth."
ReplyDeleteI like that. We know the truth when we are not in it or have just discovered we have been decieved.