24/3600 / by Diane Arrington

Allison Taffet 

We live slow motion seconds

But the days scream by

And it’s funny how much you can miss

In the blink of an eye

Time creeps along

Hazing our memories

Catching us off-guard

Helpless in its custody

We are trained to believe

That aged is inferior

Yet we sprint away from now,

Desperate for the near future


We wonder how time went by so fast

It was wasted

Waiting for tomorrow

Never realizing one day

we'll be wishing for the past