Quicksilver (Time)

by Parrish Lantern
(Canterbury, England)

Time is neither lead
or golden, as they say
It dances, fluctuates
within my head
a year, a month, a day

Are Figments cast
in mercury
a quicksilver past
not lead & all my
Futures memories
are pathways fragmented

a following of twisted
routes, the arrow's
flight untrue and
though our lens is narrow
wide the landscape viewed