Flipped Hourglass

Flipped hourglass: a slipped tide or a passed second, Has moved, like drop in a flowing river, beckoned; Hourglass, an automaton, cannot run itself, Humans must be at its beck and call, like an elf... Flipped hourglass: a slipped tide or a passed second, Has moved, like drop in a flowing river, beckoned; Hourglass, an automaton, cannot run itself, Humans must be at its beck-and-call, like an elf... Times bind; we are bound; we at the mercy of time; Wrist watch ties us; rather, us tying its chill chime; With time we slip; unable to follow its flow, Flipping with it we flip; our movements being slow... Doesn't flip hourglass denote human existence? With its fleeting, flowing and flopping in tight, tense; Sand filled in is like air puffed up in our body, Leak enough to leave the clock and body, shoddy...! I had an hourglass, so smart-looking, glamorous! I admired its function, and almost stood speechless; My obligations and dead-lines remained undone, Sand slipped; I slipped with it unknowingly; Like fun...! Flowing with the time we could flow the time for us, Buddha said, none can dip in the same river twice; Time is fix flex flux; changing, churning, endlessly, Pleads us to care it; keep going eternally...! 28 January 2022 Pick-A-Title, Vol 28 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh