Tied up by time
Constrained by your emotion
thoughts like quicklime
On an island, on a plane
On a boat to nowhere.
Stand and stare then retreat slowly
Playing out the twists
and being the vine
in blue jeans, in the commotion
your sensing a crime.
Your world in motion
connected to mine
through light
through darkness
through time.
©2017 Andrew Watkins
Material things get the better of us 