Time

Measured out and detailed

how-ever you wish, by the beat…

ing clock, the chimes of mid…

night that slips into day…

minute

by minute

hour

by hour, by sunlight’s yawn

and the thunder of the dark…

this works

if you have somewhere

you need to be

regulated by the syncing of your heart

to the pendulum doom laden swing…back and forth

timed to perfection, a minute gained

here, a moment saved

there

for what, pray tell…

time or Time and time again.

I see my own time

as defined by the stretch of the strands

behind me, the threads that yank

my chain forward,

lived through the era of one

monarch on a throne,

ten little tyrants and gormless fools,

through Tricky Dicky, bypass the tweeting con,

fifty-three

King nightmares

six hundred

or there abouts

studies of green grass and hero worships

with my love of the Maine Road

massacres still fondly remembered,

countless loves forgotten,

sixteen years by her side,

so far,

one year hidden away…

time wasted, only on some,

and moments of indescribable joy,

that is between Time and I

to discuss and chew over…

because time is not about the second saved

or the precious penny earned

but how you fill the empty void

that grows each instance the pendulum swings.

Ian D. Hall 2020