I wrote this poem to a prompt in How to Write Poetry: A Guided Journal with Prompts to Ignite Your Imagination. The suggestion was to write down as many definitions of time as I could in 3 minutes, pick the definition I was most attracted to, identify traits and images associated with that definition, and write a poem that never uses the word time.
Passageway tick tock, tick tock the clock speaks its words opens the passageway our days measured in seconds, minutes, hours days, weeks, months and, if we’re lucky, years ticking tocking clocking we hustle about to be there now or here then
And Then Opens Possibility 