Written for Sadje’s What Do You See

Quarter past eight ….
the hands spread wide, open-armed,
as if greeting the new night.
Warm light climbs the wall,
a slow unburdening of sins
while the room holds its breath.
Evening shadows know
what the clock face won’t say:
these hours are not meant to be rushed.
NAR©2026
#WDYS
This is “Clocks” by Coldplay
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Love the new meaning you’ve given to this time Nancy. Thanks dear friend for joining in.
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