Our Hands

And the hands moved quicker

Towards an approaching end

As we worked harder

Fidgeting fingers

Trying to make ends meet

In a world where absence

Makes the mind wander

And the heart forget-

A home where moments

Danced upon our souls

And we laughed until tears

Sprang from half closed eyes

Unwilling to see that eventually

It would all change,

As the years flew on

And we fought to keep a hold

On a plot, a box, a twig-

Dead set on making it last

Even as others dwindled

And decay became rampant-

We buried dreams

Beneath pine tree

And sprayed seeds in the wind

Watching weeds grow

Climbing like vines

Choking out the forest

That we couldn't see

Through our own blind

Staring

Into the void

That we had created

Without the knowledge

Of who we were

And who we would become

By watching the clock tick

Instead of dancing

With its beat.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

Also, be sure to give her a follow on Instagram (@seekatwrite).