Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

One Minute Read

Time is running out.
Down?
Off. Like an alarm clock with legs.
The grandfather clock just sits there,
seldom chimes.
Trust him?
What wizardry with
fancy mechanical gears of gold
or brass?
like those old wrist
watches you had to wind
if you could remember.
Who had time?
Ironic?
I miss the sweeping second hand
on those wall clocks
counting down the last minute
of school.
I miss cuckoo bird interruptions,
the slappy door of its house,
laughing reminiscent
of a redhead woodpecker.
Now,
we’re all synced
to an atomic clock.
It can’t explode
our cell phones, automobiles,
fitness trackers or stock tickers.
How much time elapsed
since I began my diatribe,
diversion, disillusion,
since I can’t tell time
from where I stand
inside our world clock
with twelve plus twelve hands?
I guess I’m wound up
for nothing.
Tick-tock!
another minute’s up.


2.25.23

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