Starting out with an oldie – this is a poem I wrote a few months ago:

Time grows
So numbingly slow
Like the child you rear
Each day like the last
Retakes of tantrums and patterns rehashed
Dull exhaustion so vast
Plodding through past

But change it does
Glacially, quietly
In sunsets and choices
In doses of done
In bits of ground won
In moments of fun

Motor sputters and jumps, then starts to hum
Ever so faintly
We crawl and then run
And, all at once,
Time is strapping and strong
And can carry us on