Clocks of January


United States
26° 37' 24.7764" N, 81° 52' 37.4412" W

- Silence pours over my ear drums

Talk to me? no - not tonight -

for I am in a curious state of being.

I'm feeling my blood rush through me

It's swirling and dancing in my viens 

Life is pumping from my fingertips

I pause a breath


two now more

Hold my breath to hear the clocks

feel time slip away

Each tick a moment faded

Into what?


Where does time go when passed?

I check my empty closet

Behind my bathroom door

Venture to the woods and pray

Not here - a voice calls - 

Search somewhere else today

In the meadows 

up the alley

No, just left - said the drunk man - 

You missed it kid

Keep running until you're dead


Ah, I found it -yes

Not to earn back

But my earnings here lie.

Clocks are the not the enemy

but what the seconds mean

Do you see?

Chasing, racing, flying by

Catch it - no

let it go

and fly with it.

One secret to an old wise tale

Do not throw away clocks

Do not hoard them in a drawer

Do not watch it turn

do not try to turn yourself.

Lay it there, touch it not

Do not look at all.

Just feel the moments

giving life

and give back something more.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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