A poem about the progression of time

A jellyfish floating upside down in an ocean.
Photo by Blue Ox Studio

Sometimes,
I see birds in the sky
flying in slow motion
as if Father Time is
crawling on the floor of his office
searching for his beloved black pen
that had just fallen off his desk.

I always play along,
blinking as slowly as I can.
The birds always speed back up.
Every…

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Nia Simone McLeod

Nia Simone McLeod

Freelance writer covering pop culture, creativity, race + other fun stuff | she/her | Subscribe to my newsletter: https://ohwrite.substack.com/welcome