Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 

Is it only 12?

Not stopping.
It’s all still moving,
sometimes so fast I get motion sickness.

My sister gets it in the car,
but I never did,
until days ran by and I couldn’t keep my eye on them.

There they go
there’s another one
now it’s Friday
now it’s October
now it’s 2025.


Favorite Friday, to Mary Oliver