Time KeeperA Poem by Lucy Hatfielda poem about the keeper of time's passage.In our bedroom A clock goes tick-tocking Moon faced over the rise Of my peeled lids. The black Parkinson's palm Wipes away time In a needle legged ballet. The clock, which sees all things, Clicks in Morse code with black cupid lips, Stops time from stopping, Keeps space from folding in. I watch the clock watch as space flows, Thread in hand, between us, Plum-picking moments To hoard behind it’s glossy shield. It’s almost as if the clock Weaves these images of life for us; The great scream match showdowns, The continuum of love making, The cascading giggles of peekaboo. Yet that clock, That centrifugal force of life, That screened porch center, The dram catcher of time, Is not time. It simply holds the time kept universe together So that time can watch me sleeplessly pine For more time to give Before I stop keeping time. © 2013 Lucy HatfieldAuthor's Note
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