How the Days Pass

The days pass like camels in the Arabian desert,

Walking softly upon the sand, constantly moving.

The days pass like shadows upon the nursing home floor,

Creeping inevitably toward their destiny.

The days pass like the drip of water,

Leaking from a barrel, dripping regularly.

The days pass like a show of force

Staged by the indifferent maker of all days. 

The days pass from dawn to dusk

Crossing the sky without concern. 

The days pass again and again

Repeating yesterday’s hours.

Pass, days.  Pass.  

-June 6, 2013