Time Shift

Wrote my first poem of 2014 this morning:

Time Shift

Since the moment I learned that

an enemy agent had infiltrated my breast

and would need to be dislodged

with an assassin’s knife,

my life has been filled with

strategy sessions and

commando campaigns

controlled by specialized generals,

rather than myself.

Accustomed as I am

to storing my hours in a measuring cup

and doling them out meticulously

according to the red lines on the side,

I now see my days run away from me

like carelessly spilled water

escaping through the nearest crack.