Tic-Toc

Tic-Toc

 

 

in the purview 

of time's gluttony

we are all clocks

running amok

the hands toiling

in turbulent renaissance 

flames of structure amiss

we spend minutes to hours

to years

out of sync

with who we are

and then when the last second

tolls

we find the world

to be the absolute perfect

timepiece

no matter what zone

we are in

the ticking sounding

like an old favorite song.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/26/24

Reviews

[mabel mae]

i live with chronophobia, or the fear of time. the very idea that we all half a timer, a clock inside of us that will chime when it reaches our end point, is absolutely terrifying. this poem gives the internal of of that clock. I can feel it, swinging slowly. slowly. -mabel