Old Man Time delights in his beguiling trickery.
He laughs as he turns his eternal clock of sands.
With a sneaky eye he gives a sideways glance to check his illusion is in place.
Old Man Time dwells in no time.
His ironic smile blankets his realm with a blithe mist.
It suffuses all, snaking into every crevice and prospects all avenues.
Old Man Time rubs his invisible hands together with mirth.
Satisfied with his work, he gathers up his scrolls of contradiction and studies them closely in order to craft new avenues of artifice.
By Lisa Lennon