In the Hours of Love by Grant Guy

She found love in a sad hotel north of Ponoka

But she did not trust unguarded instincts

She listened to the scars of others

To her bandaged wounds

She tossed the fragment hopes of time

Out with the alarm clock that failed to warn her

Still she lingers in the sad hotel north of Ponoka

Because just maybe just maybe . . .

Time has little interest in the hours of love

It never offers promises beyond the moment

Yet offers the grace and optimism of the future

But she had no time for time

She was not listening 

Bandages don’t stick forever

Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. Former artistic director of Adhere + Deny. His writings have been published in Canada, the United States, Wales, India and England. He has three books published. He was the 2004 recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the WAC’s Making A Difference Award.