The Keeper of Time

He began that day at the same time for as long as the past had passed and strung out into time.

For this day’s hours had arranged

the same cereal,

the same juice,

and the same mug of coffee

as it had for weeks to months and months to years.

If anyone had told him that day nothing would be the same before noon,the keeper of time would have allowed his lips to savor the soft warmth of her cheek once more before the cold chill of sorrow

stopped all the clocks.

In his regret

The cereal,

The juice,

And The coffee

Would begin in another time

To be kept to himself

Over, and over, and over, again.

geo c.

04/28/2019