Some clocks utter a clamorous
TICK
TOCK
Vociferously announcing
The impermanence of this moment
And jarring our nerves with
Every.
Passing.
Second.
Some clocks whisper
a smooth and silent
Sweep of the Hand
Vaguely Marking our Existence
in a Now
And Not Now.
I once preferred the peace
Of the silent sweep
Barely cognizant of the passing of time
Now I need the
CLICK
TOCK
TICK
To know Life
Is Always
Moving
Forward.
defying atrophy 