Nightwatch

Rediscovering poems and stories written 20 years ago makes me both cringe and smile. This was always a favorite:

11:00

Silent they wait,

His and mine.

Their hands circle steadily, counting each moment

When we are two,

Then one,

Then none.

12:41

Perched on the nightstand, with arms outstretched,

They see to be waiting to fly

Far from us.

2:03

The riddle of the Sphinx counts it all out,

From four to two to three—

The equation of a life, of our lives—

Crawling and walking and hobbling through Time.

4:29

And half-crazed scientists in some distant town

Have made time toe the line;

selling sections of it off, chunk by chunk.

4:56

I’ve got my watch and he’s got his,

But tonight they will fly

Without us.

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2 thoughts on “Nightwatch

    • I believe you get out of poetry what you bring to it. But I’ll explain just this once, Paulette. 🙂
      It’s about two lovers and one wanting the night to last–trying to stop time. The watches are symbolic. I know people don’t wear them anymore, but when we did and you’d lay them down, the wrist straps gave the appearance of wings. (to me)

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