Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Time Does Not Stop

"...I reach out to the clouds..."

Time Does Not Stop

It is morning somewhere
and this is not a hypothetical statement.
Time does not stop.
You can count on that.
I reach out to the clouds
with all the fingers from each hand.
I look at the ants carrying building materials
while the sun sets
after another day wasted.
I hear the buzz of a bee screaming at me.







Article © Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal. All rights reserved.
Published in the May 19, 2025 issue .
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