SIDEWAYS EIGHT PROJECTS

The ceiling is not made of glassbut a mirror to see clearer where

we stand. Alone and together,

hand-in-hand. We can ask it questions,

even demand answers, though 

we may never understand.

Time creeps in to the cracks of our fears. It leaves us alone, for the most part, in our youth. 

It lets us dance and sing, for the most part. 

When lessons are needed, 

when pain is the teacher, 

and when loss

uproots the very heart we possess, 

you know that bandit Time isn’t far off.