Clock
How should I measure the turns of time?
In raindrops, tears or kisses?
In wrinkles, rages, blisses?
How should I count these seasons I’m
Surviving, beyond number?
By snow-by sun-by thunder?
Perhaps to clock them is a crime,
Instead I’ll sing their going,
Their coming-and their flowing.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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