Time
It’s an unseen verse of an endless rhyme
Without it we cannot even begin the first line.
It can be described as a sleepless dream
Even though it’s not heard, not even felt, or seen.
We all feel the urge to look at a clock
See its face and hands, listen to its’ tick-tock.
It’s an unfelt thirst for a drink so fine
Without it the grape never becomes the wine.
It can be described as heat from the suns’ beam
Even though it’s not heard, not even felt, or seen.
We all feel the urge to look at a lock
Hear the key as it turns, as it turns, click-clock.
It’s an unheard voice in a pantomime
Without it we’ll never hear through the grapevine.
It can be described as the “I” in team
Even though it’s not heard, not even felt, or seen.
I really doubt it
Even if we wrote about it
We can never really understand time.
HMP Magilligan
1st Prize Poetry Getting Started, Listowel Writing in Prison Awards, 2020
First Time Entrant Award for Poetry, Koestler Arts, 2020
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