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Just play: don't look at your hands! |
| Time Paradigm I pick through the drawer, Handling, hefting, turning Small rectangles, bigger circles, Some as big as fifty cent pieces, White gold, yellow, stainless steel. All the intricate pieces Are in their proper places, Carefully tuned to each other, Ready to tick off their precise Calculations, marking time. But nothing is happening. Time goes by unmarked, Drifting the river or sliding home And only measured subjectively Somewhere between infinite And instantaneous. No matter how reliable or predictable, Even a watch needs to be wound Regularly In order to keep running. On my wrist is a plastic disk With its digital readout Accurate, easy to scan. If I tucked it in my purse Or left it in my suitcase For weeks on end It would still be Tirelessly ticking off The minutes, hours and days Ticklessly. If it quits and a new battery Fails to revive it It will not be worth saving. |