By John Drudge
AS TIME EXHALES
Time twists
And folds itself
Like a silk scarf abandoned
In a room with no doors
The air heavy with the scent
Of forgotten lilacs
Each moment spiraling
Inward
Faces blurring into mirrors
And footsteps echoing
With the weight of things
Unsaid
Where the sky
Is not a sky at all
But a watercolour dream
Spilling across
An invisible page
Clouds moving languidly
Whispering secrets
To a teacup trembling
On the edge of a table
Filled with shadows
Of conversations
Where nothing
Is as it seems
Feeling the world
Tilt slightly
As existence
Exhales
John Drudge is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of seven books of poetry: March (2019), The Seasons of Us (2019), New Days (2020), Fragments (2021), A Long Walk (2023), A Curious Art (2024) and Sojourns (2024). His work has appeared widely in literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John lives in Caledon, Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.
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