Our
Time
I
know
it
is
a
cliché
but
what
can
I
say?
It’s
time
for
me
to
look
forward
to
another
day.
Another
play,
another
losing
my
mind
falling
through
steamed
clay.
Hour
glass
tipping
in
the
same
place
trying
to
wear
a
glass
face
like
a
watch
and
shatter
across
the
fire
place.
Staring
at
the
moon
wondering
where
it’ll
shine.
Wondering
what’s
going
to
change
when
the
sunsets
next
time.
It’s
another
exposure,
disclosure,
dethroning
composure.
Sitting
back
cross
legged
while
they
nail
up
disclosure.
By
B.R.
Glasswater
10