CLOCKWATCHING

Absolutely one of my favorite poems. Enjoy[.]

CLOCKWATCHING

she holds

gold plate

chain links

attached

to the left ventricle

of my heart

which she keeps

tucked close

in her vest pocket

and pulls out

at regular intervals

to read the time

between us

and calls me

somewhere around

noon

and again

near sunset

though my

digital disposition

wishes her analog

timekeeper

would stop ticking

and hold a moment

frozen

still in time

like a picture

frame

where i can

watch the proof

of what

we might have

developed into

but perhaps

if the blood

in my pulse

did not beat

for her

it would beat

for no one

again forever

and what use

is a pocket watch

which no longer knows

the time?

                                                                                                                -Michael J. Strode