Tick Tock

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.