Chronic

by Diana Neutze
(New Zealand)

Chronic

an illness of time

there's no escaping

time is for always

even a clocks unnecessary

if I read the sycamore tree

learn by heart its changing seasons

I recognise time

as a play of shadows

a quality of light


and time mounts up

compounded interest of days and nights

whatever else the morning brings

I can be sure of hours and minutes

the tick-tocking of illness

relentlessly


© 2009 Diana Neutze

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