I am learning to read the time – for dVerse

I am learning to read the clock.
Not the

tick tock

clock on the wall that
s/l/i/c/e/s
e/a/c/h/ m/i/n/u/t/e
into 60 straight sided sections,

or the boiling clock on my phone
that bursts a bubble every second,

but the great rolling clock of the world,
that surges and slows, so that time passes
sometimes fast as a swift flowing stream
sometimes oozing like treacle from a spoon,

that measures hours by the turning
of a sunflower, days by the life
of a butterfly, that twists and turns
back on itself, complex and complete;

and the subtle clock
that sits deep in my belly,
timing my days, whispering
hunger, sleep, morning, work,

that measures my steps,
the stirring of my coffee,
the sweep of my hand across my face.

 

 

For Mish at dVerse, who asks us to write about what we are continuing to learn. 

20 thoughts on “I am learning to read the time – for dVerse

  1. This is a very special clock where measured minutes mean nothing, where time moves with the beauty of our surroundings and our lives. Lovely!

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      • I haven’t even thought of that similarity–which shows what an inattentive reader I am–but you’re right, it’s an image that ties in well with the rest of the poem. What struck me was how memorable a fleeting gesture becomes. There’s beauty in impermanence. When I think of people I’ve lost, it’s their gestures that come to mind first, followed by their words or ideas…

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  2. Wow, so many clocks, Sarah! I wish I could forget all the other clocks and just live by ‘the great rolling clock of the world …sometimes oozing like treacle from a spoon’ – that slowing down is what I need at the moment. The final lines are wonderful, I can almost feel that hand sweeping across my (clock) face,

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  3. This somehow reminded me of the lyric of “Grandfather’s Clock” which “stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died”. Beautiful dissection of time!

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