Portland Haiku

no time left for me.
i sneak, hide, and steal some light.
there it is, far off…

monday drawing close.
not much has gone by but time.
funny how that it is.

the day passes by,
only time marking movement.
i do not notice.

missing days and time.
moments pass by without thought.
trying to hold on.

time slips by, days pass.
because we keep on living
for each bright moment.

time grows short and near.
a life quickening, ready.
very soon my child

thinking, ponderous.
things to do, need to be done.
running out of time.

time swings in and out.
slowly then quickly it moves.
i try to catch it.

time moves around me,
but yet i seem to stay still.
i am slowly lost.