The Watch
Looking inside of an old conducter's watch,
Pausing to reflect. Like a small planet or
universe, life moving in sync.
Harmony, rhythm, bodies in motion.
Fast & slow moving & working together,
each doing its part individualy.
Noticing a delicate piece moving in
rythm with my heart. Out of curiosty,
I ignorantly, carelessly,
selfishly imposing my will against it,
touch it, disrupt it.
The old watch stops.
So does time.
Copyright © David Lemke | Year Posted 2005
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