One day

One day, 
I let tattooed palms veil my eyes, 
In the haze of daydreams,
I sat on the moon,
And dangled my legs,
Like the swinging braids of a giggling schoolgirl.
I pilfered a little starlight,
From the stars hanging in the sky,
And gave it away,
To all the dark corners of the round world.
The dreams stamped themselves on the back of my eyelids,
But the seconds sulked away.

One day,
I lashed my multicolored skipping rope,
Right across the minute hand,
And the tied it to the key of my blue music box,
But the key didn’t feel like stopping,
So the music took all the minutes away.

One day, 
I started writing my mind,
In these clumsy and dreary checklists,
With the least possible words,
And kept ticking life off (pun intended),
I covered my ears,
Against the mockery spewed,
By the unchecked boxes,
And the ticks took all the hours away.

One day, 
I replaced the numbers on my clock,
With words,
I let them be the gears in my head,
Fitting the ‘a’ in the curve of ‘c’,
And the ‘p’ in the crevice of ‘t’,
A little imperfectly.
The words found a home, 
But the days stormed off.

And one day,
Went away the months,
The starry ones and the stormy ones, 
The blurry ones and the lucid ones,
Like they were being chased by rabid dogs,
Off to the Universal Cemetery of Time,
Where all the old days are buried, 
In shared tombs, 
With rapturous laughter and heart-wrenching tears.
And the months took with them,
The year that was my 15th.