Think of Time:
by John B.
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-01-10 16:52:00
Parent message is 356602
Think of time,
The clocking ticks.
Now…Think of Timing –
Harmonious Choice.
The clock,
That clock.
Damned indiscriminate ticks.
The Year, the change –
the spiralling orbit
the cosmic pulse.
“What time is it?” she asks,
“Winter,” I reply, looking at the stars,
thinking of great frosted fields in the morning,
noticing the new nobs of spring so soon
on the skeletal trees.