Analogue Dialogue

Analogue Dialogue When one experiences the Past looking forward And views the Future through a long-gone lens Moments change over the ticking of timeless time It’s not a race but steady steps pacing reflection Tim ponders digital progress in restless confusion Watches through hands of an old-fashioned watch Winds down his arrest winds it up every so often Beautiful precision handed down from his grandfather An ancient time piece and manual from another world He caresses memories novelty progress’ regressions Regrets not that cherished instants have passed on He hears listens and answers absorbs and condenses The worn leather strap braces together held meaning As the face dials fortune foretells what cannot be lost While the crown creaks rusty and unwilling to budge Something breaks under his fingers shouts ‘Stop it' 'You fool are trying to enforce your silly impatience I am delicate and precious have my very own stride’ ‘Conquer your own battles and leave me pristine for a while’ Confusing perspective with vigour Tim had overturned With one last twist in unwilling frustration such an Imperturbable wisdom that force yields gentle compassion His children smile not with remnants of Schadenfreude Had he not forgone their obvious spinning conclusion That one must go with new wonders and scions of science But Tim wields new resolve in repair of himself and his analogue ticker 30th July 2018