Just a little thinking about time
The Hands of Time
The
hands
of
time
go hay-
wire, un-
like
elect-
ric-
ity.
The
hands,
con-
duct-
ing
time,
jerk
for-
ward
just-like-that.
just-like-that.
Elect-
ric-
ity
starts
with
a
flick
of
a switch;
time
unleashes
from
a
coiled
spring
Turn
on
a
light,
turn
off
a
light
Try
that
with
time.
Time’s
hands
chop
chop
chop
away
seconds,
blink
and
it’s
minutes,
Time’s
face
stares
past
its
hands,
at first
content,
but then
secondsandseconds andminutesandminutes
churnintohoursandhoursanddaysandmonthsandyears
and then
the face
sags and fadesandcracks
and then
the secondsandhoursandminutesanddaysandyears areup!
thespringunwinds
thelightshutsoff
theroomgoesdark
but time,
time,
time,
has
not
stopped.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Reminds me of e.e.cummings. (That’s good, at least to me.)
ee is my favorite poet – alongside billy collins.
in fact, i call my middle daughter, Elyse, ee sort of in salute to him
I love when poetry gets structural. It’s not easy to pull off, but this situation works great for the execution. The slowness and acceleration really show through. Well done! 😀
Thank you – taking the time (irony intended).
Randy