Poem -

time zones

time zones

To tell the truth I’m more aloof when people want my time
I know I give enough of it to want some that’s just mine
I’ve pulled it back before though and it didn’t go to plan
They pulled back harder til I snapped and changed and turned and ran
Crowding and insisting isn’t fair but they don’t care
What’s fair is not what matters – what’s important is, I’m theirs
I’ll hide away day after day but don’t think that is bad
Recluding is what I do best, it doesn’t mean I’m sad
I feel complete when I retreat to file my thoughts away
I find a nest where I can rest to analyse my day
So let me be, I’ll let you be, and maybe then, we’ll see
If we can swoon in our cocoon, where only we can be