Time

One of those days where I rush

from one thing

to the next

at the beck and call

of that stubborn second hand.

But the rush is okay

compared to other seconds

when my life vehicle

might swerve madly out of its tyre tracks

and leave me…

head against the window

bruised and whiplashed

and wondering how

in all my path choices

I never saw this ugly bend.

No matter what…

even if my own clock battery goes flat

and the second hand beats

repetitively against the eight

unable to climb the hill…

even then

the relentless march

continues around me

for good or bad.

Hark. Listen

to the beat of my heart

wishing

“For good. For good. For good. For good.”

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