I Stare At the Clock
I STARE AT THE CLOCK
ON MY WALL
THE SECOND, MINUIT, AND HOUR HANDS
MOVE AT DIFFERENT RATES
SOME QUICKLY
SOME MORE SLOWLY
AND SOME APPEAR TO MOVE
NOT AT ALL
I GLANCE AWAY
TO DO SOMETHING
AND THEN COME BACK
I ALWAYS COME BACK
THE POSITIONS OF THE HANDS
ON THE CLOCK
ARE DIFFERENT FROM BEFORE
BUT ARE THE SAME AS THOSE
OF A PREVIOUS TIME AND DAY
OF MANY PREVIOUS
TIMES AND DAYS
THEY SEEM TO REPEAT
BUT I AM NOT THE SAME
NOR IS ANYTHING ELSE
THE CLOCK TRIES TO FOOL YOU
IN BELIEVING
THAT TIME REPEATS ITSELF
AND DOES NOT MOVE ON
AND THAT ONE DAY IS LIKE ANOTHER
BUT ALL YOU NEED TO DO
IS LOOK AT YOUR OWN HANDS
AND THOSE OF OTHERS
TO REALIZE THAT TIME HAS MOVED ON
THAT WE ARE NOT FIXED IN THE PRESENT
NOR ARE WE THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
NOR WILL WE BE THE SAME TOMORROW
THEN YOU COME TO REALIZE THAT
OUR HANDS SHOW THE PASSING OF TIME
BETTER THAN THE HANDS ON THE CLOCK
AND THAT
THAT IS WHY WE PLACE OUR WATCHES
ON THE WRIST ABOVE OUR HANDS
TO WATCH
NOT ONLY THE TIME
BUT THE PASSING OF TIME
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2012
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