Treacle

Treacle

Time is catching

On the fabric of reality

Snagging

Like a chipped fingernail

Uncomfortable

Irritating

Dragging

Patience is a virtue

In short supply

Small things irritate

Words remain sheathed

For fear of damage

That won’t be undone

When time is repaired

Deep breathes

The currency funding

Family life

Confinement pulls at bonds

Cracks appear

But we hold fast

Against rupturing

One day at a time

Moment by moment

Breath by breath

We move through these

Treacle days

Worn out

Worn out