Monthly Archives: April 2017

Sands of Time

You do not have that kind of time
You do not have time to put it off
The writing, the painting, the music
Day to day has its demands
Takes its pound of flesh

No, your family doesn’t respect your art
Enough to leave you to it
But if you are compelled
If you write because you must write
You do not have that kind of time

The kind of time that keeps you stuck
In the moment twenty years ago
When your ‘big reveal’ blew up in your face
All the joy you hoped to get out of it
Turned into deep grinding shame

Coated your heart with enough anger
To shield the wound in it
But the hole that is there
Still sucks the sands of your life away
And you do not have that kind of time

Write it out
Ink it
Line it
Fill it with
Crumpled paper drafts

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, May 2016

Closure

Summer promises so much
Closure, an end to many things
That churned, burned, dragged by
Some will soar away, some will sink
Oncoming grief, outgoing grief
Change again

Live for the day again and again
Find some tenderness
In the midst of it all
Ride into endless summer
To the coast, to a life saved, renewed
Settle with some age behind you

Artifacts passed along or back
To ones who had lost everything
Be the intervention
The Dutch boy’s finger in the dyke
The lighthouse bearing the crush of high seas
Love, let go

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, April 2017