Last updated on June 22, 2019
Dewdrops
there is
a hand
we’re given
not talking cards
or the hands to hold ‘em
this hand
is about time
the ticking hand
of time
that quietly ticks on watches
louder on clocks
it ticks past the 1
past the 2
past the 3
past the 4
past the 5
past the 6
past the 7
past the 8
past the 9
past the 10
past the 11
past the 12
into the afternoon
into the night
into the morning
one single solitary second
ticks to the next
single solitary second
and even if all the clocks
all around the world stopped ticking
on wrists and walls
time would continue turning
the internal clock keeps ticking
so silent
so hushed
we forget
in the rushing
to get there
that we are turning
continually turning
round and round
changing form
becoming more
becoming less
balancing the scale
in the stillness
of a second
one solitary second
we can find
what we seek
in any moment
of any day
of any week
of any month
of any year
it’s there
in the smallness
of a single second
it’s there
like a drop
of dew
on a blade of grass
that shone like a diamond
in the sea
sparkling
against the velvet
of the night
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