#251 - room of clocks

 

9.ix.20

251

(out of the hall of mirrors)

room of clocks

 

look at the dead clock imploring

wishes to be where we’ve stopped

 

how many times?

in I’ll call it an hour

stare it out

and the clock always wins

 

some will say diabolical

some will keep words to themselves

little victories

 

remember it’s stopped

cannot tell where we are now

but somewhere in the day

 

reach the age where you know

five minutes to seventy

half an hour and your gone

 

it’s always the other way round

helpless pointing

we are the clock’s accused

 

the thing begins again

busy keeping even

will you wind me up?

or I’ll run down

 

clock’s tails off with the carving knife

here’s the clock beyond flowering time

 

I could take it from the wall

turn hands

call that the manual

 

this is a first thing accosting

this is where it always tells night

 

am counting

am the taken pulse

 

a dodgy ticker one might just say

 

whose face am I saying?

 

keep the clock in abeyance then

still time still time

 

recharge batteries regularly

drag the thing off its smug perch

 

in the magic room

nothing but clocks

each stuck and each a different time

you choose

 

a day and a year

comes with each

ETA is

not for us to know