Again, the Labyrinth

I am again at the labyrinth’sĀ entrance.

No one here forces me to enter.

No one is here. I walk alone.

Circling north, south, east, west – all directions,

No direction. Only partially my own path.


Time Stopped



The battery in my watch is dead,

so all day it has been 10:15.

The hands reclining, head up and napping.

At noon, I glanced at its face –

time for coffee, or time for bed.