SQUINTING SUSPICIOUSLY

I was watching time crawl roachlike,
Shuddering and stopping
As if some of its legs
Had already been plucked.

It still had the whole of infinity
To climb like a kitchen wall.
The very thought of it,
In all likelihood,
Causing these jitters,
These eentsy-weentsy doubts.

It must be the chill, I told myself.
Neither one of us can get warm
Even on a hot night like this.
O cruel Time, you need someone to throw
A blanket over you, and so do I.