Vacation Digs
Tick, tick, tick, then silence.
Then again, tick, tick, tick.
The air moves to cool, to soothe.
Tick, tick, tick rattles the quiet.
A thousand miles away memory
Does not allow time’s destruction.
A door knob worn past use,
Blinds cord frayed to threads,
Sheltering palm blown away.
Mind’s eye does not age one’s delights.
Mirror with your new/old crack
Why don’t you follow suit?
3 thoughts on "Vacation Digs"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Thought-provoking line, “memory/
Does not allow time’s destruction?” Last two lines snuck up on me!
The worn door knob, the frayed blinds cord – good metaphors for our own aging. And, you are right! Mirrors show our true image!
very evocative with a nice turn at the end!