There was a time
when waves would gather
mouths foaming
in epileptic fits
as storms blasted through the windows
of my desert home
the sandcastle’s moat hanging limply
like a rag
falling as thick sodden dust
trails of helpless fingerprints on them

There was a time
when I could wait forever
as roads snaked ahead
and stoic roofs had holes bored into them
for me to see the sky
as high as nowhere
and then there were rains
the floor drenched with watered dirt
borrowed from air
traces of clouds stuck to their memories

There was a time
when elastic days wrapped around my waist
snugly coutured I’d walk into the sunlight
dappled with rays
the golden gaze of summer afternoons
waltzing on toe tips
smiling strawberry lips
would bite into the raw flesh of time
as darkness descended and loosened the grip
specks of light remained on the skin of night

There was a time

~FV