Chronos

Time pieces used to have hands and smiling faces precision wheel works springs and faithful charm They honoured pace velocity and bouncing stride never faltered as long as one took a moment to rewind When the midnight hour comes today maybe it’s too late to see the whole-some picture a whole twelve hours of day and night and to cherish the ticking clock of two full circles a string of moments life and final judgement ‘Live in the moment’ they say but the past is the future the present only conveys meaning when written complete This script does not wish to embrace nostalgia for its own sake does not seek doom and tomb of modern rush yet when all things are said and ultimate impermanence strikes a gong a melody served a reminder of finite mindfulness Today flow is computerized extinction’s gloom it passes unnoticed when numbers on the scale of time revere the God of tempo as grimace and façade of crunching microchips and silicon and macro megalomaniac blindness beckon in destruction As a blip on the map of evolution we humans tend to forget that we are mere keepers of the planet that doomsday is a real possibility not despite but because of our allegiances with speed the masters of money greed delusion and questionable innovation An old-fashioned timer would at least demonstrate at face value right at the top and undeniably apparent that there is a pivot a critical mass a point of no return once we forget what time is all about I bear no watch myself but on this day I shall draw a happy face on my wrist will rest reflect and tag my mind with beauty two minutes before midnight 06th February and the clock is ticking