Too Much Time poem.

TOO MUCH TIME

I must not stay
in this house today
and listen
to the ticking of the clock
hastily ticking away seconds,
while particles of dust
slowly drift
through streaks of sun.
I stare into the mirror,
already tired from years
of brushing on blush
in the same places.
Repetitive movements,
like the face of the clock.

Janet Brice Parker