the end of time

as days spiral down

faster and faster

each week coming around

sooner than the last one

as years slip

and days blip

my focus shifts

towards the end of time

as one round of fireworks

becomes so like others

I cease to need to see them

parades can go without me

and new thrills

I’d rather will

to my children

than seek out for myself

my goals drift 

towards eternity

where things unfold kalaidescopic

not in time—in endless pattern

not in chains of cause/effect, of linked events

but life connecting all its web in present tense

I yearn towards when the frenzied march is done

the end of time in which we all are one.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 30, 2011