A Drop of Time

after the lunchtime bulge

I sip my cappuccino

sitting where I can’t be seen

with pen and pad, eagerly

I wait….

hoping words will gather

overcome their apprehension

and while I wait

I ponder on the thought

the recurring theme of Time

how a Second is equal to a


A drop of water in an arid


when it’s gone…..it’s gone forever


Thatcher Doran

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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