Time

At 7:12 am The sound of footsteps Were always the same Neither heavy nor light As they made a scuffing sound Shuffling by the window Along with the sound Of a large dog’s nails Clicking on the ground This particular morning There were some new sounds The sound of rain Falling heavily on an open umbrella And the splish-splash of feet Walking down a wet street A little more quickly than normal Along with the sound of car tires Splattering down a wet road On the way to somewhere Or maybe coming back From someplace else Checking the clock He realized it was almost time To get out of bed And get ready for work Besides There was nothing else to hear Because at 7:15 Everything seemed to quiet down Until sometime after 12:27 Sometimes he wondered If his friends were right Maybe he was Slightly obsessed with time But at 8:38… who cares?