Poem: Time's Keeper

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This poem came from the June 9, 2009 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from jolantru and sponsored by janetmiles.

Time’s Keeper

Dust motes dance down the sunbeams
to settle softly on the floor,
collecting a fine film in the corners.

Dust speckles on the pale page-edges of books
were once paper themselves,
frayed into freedom.

Dust flecks on cabinets
have perhaps blown in through open windows
and settled somewhere welcoming.

Dust blankets on old furniture
lie thick as gray velvet,
protecting impressions of years gone by.

Dust streaks on a white car tell the tale
of where it has been, the colors of beach sand
and the earth by the sides of the roads.

Dust is time’s keeper,
accountant of hours unspent at labor:
apply to assistant, Memory,
for those records.