I was reading Baudelaire today, who is reputed to have shot a clock, so I was reminded of one of my older poems…
a watch is a little
glass prison
for time –
where the seconds
serve a life sentence
without the possibility
of parole.
people like to wear
captive time
around their wrist.
when all the seconds are numbered and can never escape,
they call the watch good.
measuring
heartbeats,
counting down
to the end.
I’d like to start a petition
to free time
I’d like to see it
fly
and watch
for timelessness instead.
andreeasepi.com 