Chain of One
Chain of One
By Tarl N. Telford
12-03-08
I am shackled to the sun.
Each day drags me forward –
From dawn’s first kiss
To moonlight’s soft embrace.
Powerless I am to resist.
A handful of grass or fistful of daisies
Does not, will not, slacken my pace.
Yet trouble it brings –
For once uprooted cannot grow.
How I long to burrow sweet earth
And send forth shoots, anchors
To protect me from daily ravages
Of brightly burning hourglass.
Trees turn their faces to watch
As I speed sullenly by.
What freedom they taste;
To fill their needs day by day,
Instead of rushing
To some unknown conclusion.
Perhaps one day I shall outgrow
These fetters and step off
This merry-go-round and find
Some other amusement to pass the time.
But for now, my ticket is punched,
And I am shackled to the sun.