from It's Time
The bird
called tomorrow
extends into
infinite presence
Its beak peeks
in & out of
an open cage
appearing to
be large &
too small
We have already
flown w/o
knowing what
it was called
Credit
Copyright © 2014 by Frank Sherlock. Used with permission of the author.
About this Poem
“A few years ago I was involved in an accident that impacted my memory in troubling yet interesting ways. It’s Time is a project that explores the subjectivity of time, memory, and the wider social implications of how the momentary is perceived.”
—Frank Sherlock
Date Published
10/22/2014