Because there’s no one else around to talk to.
I go through husbands like cheap, off-brand panty hose:
They run too easily,
Or I do.

Now why would that thought occur to me
On this glorious August morning,
With sunlight creeping
Through the Eucalyptus branches,
A steady calming string of gurgles
From the garden fountain,
And bees hovering
Over purple blossoms
Of creeping Thyme
Suurrounding the garden path?…

Creeping Time.
That’s what did it.

Sally Stevens is a singer and choral director who works in film and television scoring in Los Angeles. She has also written lyrics for film and sound recordings, and her poetry and short fiction have been included in Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal, Mockingheart Review, and No Extra Words Podcast