L'Autre Moi

I am the metronome mover of measures wide . . . . . . . . wide . . . . . . . . . . . . swings my pendulum tracing the tempos of time Tick-tock my hands a poco a presto strum staccato the strings of my mind I am the hollow hourglass Trickle my tunes to the tilt of the times The see-sawing sea paces my sands— murmurs ageless songs in major and minor Sharp waves crack my still mirror— capture the startled sun in splintered rays I am the pulse of the wordless deep Somehow constant my cadence Somehow the play of my tides echoes the gravity of the moon – Harley White < 1972 >