Time is at Every Turn
February 10, 2013 § 6 Comments
It was when I bought a clock
That I kept hearing it tick.
Even when it broke
- by my hand -
Its sound was always
One step ahead of my heartbeat.
Even burying it outside
And playing the loudest music
Never stopped the seasons
Or the rain.
Everywhere I looked
The second hand
Met my every move.
beautiful
~
elegantly communicated
~
the past few days
I’ve also reflected
on time’s elusiveness
Great image!
I love the imagery. Quick technical note: Its not it’s since it’s possessive.
Thank you!
Adorable. So dense and rich in colour. One of the best ones on my reader today.
Brilliant.
I can actually hear it