“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Friday, January 17, 2020
Counting downward
How many times
have I worn a watch
(consistently)
until it stopped
being consistent
so I stopped wearing it
?
Why try
to rely
upon such fragile devices
(like butterfly wings)
that beat on deaf ears
while years
go by
like hours
?
Like most of us
I check the phone
for answers
to more than
Hello?
(without a pulse
that I can count)
How fast was it All
going
by day, by night
-impossible to tell
ourselves or the others
without a second-hand
account.
Artwork by Winslow Homer, wood engraving, 'Another Year by the old clock' c. 1870 in Public Domain.
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