So Shiny

She makes a path of shiny seconds

as she flies through the hours.

A path to take her home

in case this moment disappoints.

But jackdaws follow in her wake

and steal each brilliant instant.

She is left to flutter

in the darkness of her time.

response poem to September challenge day 8, shiny objects, in the Garden of Neuro Institute Poetry Circle

published in Substack:

https://nolcha.substack.com/p/sunday-sillies-9824?r=xwogn