Catch this

4:04 and that’s not an error it is the time or maybe it is an error and not the time and of course now it is not the time as time has moved on, something I should do but the coffee tastes so good and the music on the phonograph is soft and warm like buttered toast.

I filter light through tired eyes
and watch the sun stretch through the morning air,
are we nearly there?
unbidden comes the memories
of journeys taken
hearts I’ve broken and in turn
broken my own

safe at home now
error 4:04
time now 4:15
this must be the timing of the dream
the rhyming of another scheme
and I have seen the ‘elephant’
on the hunt for gold
seen my life in sepia grow old
watched in awe
but saw it.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.