Monday Poem

Another Piece of Eternity

I’m peeling back a page reading a new day
by the light of a new sun
mom died years ago, or was it yesterday?
I once read something similar by Camus
but was too new to understand that time bleeds
its dyes are not fast but run
between years and sometimes like old cloth
the colors of time become homogenous
but here’s this day blaring like a fanfare
from a new horn crisp as frost on glass
its brink sharp as the edge of a blade
slicing off another piece of eternity
by Jim Culleny