Hourglass

I can’t tell the difference
between the top or bottom,
the beginning or finish
of the hourglass.
I was born with little depth perception.
The bottom of the slide never seems to come.
Or perhaps I’m just walking a giant magnetic hill,
with its peak too far down.

A doctor prescribed pink-tinted glasses,
thinking they’d help me see better.
I don’t like what’s coming, though I still don't see it.
A 12 or 18-wheeler?
It’s not going to make a difference when it runs you down.
That photo in the local tabloid
of the man burned and bloodied.
I didn’t recognize
the name,
yet I still shuddered.

I can’t see where I’m going
but the feeling of my stomach dropping is not comforting.
I can’t see the top or bottom of the hourglass,
But know one way or another,
sand is falling.



I did receive some really bad news today, on a personal note, which I may or may not choose to post here until after the news is made official.