“Time” was the word your mother would shout
From the bottom of the staircase,
The word that ruined everything.
Before time you were half-asleep
And the rain tapped gently on the roof.
After time was Rice Krispies
And a bus stop with worms on the pavement
And yellow-toothed bullies
Made quiet by the rain.
Before time you hugged a warm blanket
Pretending it was Jill.
Now the alarm clock is every bit as cruel.
When you throw off the blankets,
Starships and women dissipate
In low thermostat air.
In the bathroom window of your basement apartment,
You see a grown man with a white beard.
Soon the sun will rise and he will go
Replaced by the flesh of a snow bank
And its dirty amber glow.
Scott Thomas’ background includes a B.A. in Creative
Writing/Literature from Bard College, a M.S. in Library Science
from Columbia University, and a M.A. in English from the
University of Scranton. Scott is employed as Executive Director
of Pennsylvania Integrated Library System (PaILS). His work has
been published in Mankato Poetry Review, The Kentucky Poetry
Review, Sulphur River Literary Review, Webster Review, Poetry
East, Stirring: A Literary Collection, Poem, Philadelphia
Stories, Poetry Bay, Floyd County Moonshine, Talking River,
Pointed Circle, Plainsongs, Ship of Fools, Think, and an
upcoming issue of Tulane Review.