Watching my mother

Watching my mother

by Carolyn Boll

storm watch

out to sea

I watch

and see

time and the eternal

my watch

an eternity

now and

minute by minute

its blue face

round and

flat like

Columbus thought

the world

was and

over the

edge you’d

go sweeping

through time

unable to

come back

lost at sea

tick tock

was it

a matter

of time

mad like she

tick tock

I have

somewhere

to be