the clock
move relentlessly
to the
right,
indifferent to
my state of
mind,
my appeals for
two more
minutes.
However,
the constraints
of time
are largely
imaginary.
Beyond
this moment
a great chasm
divides me
from the past
and the future
is veiled with
uncertainty.
It is either paralysis
or freedom
now.
So I hand my son's
toothbrush
to my husband,
mindful of my
son's teeth
tonight
and kiss them
both
good night.
(Dec. 5, 2009)
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