The clock speaks to my past…
Tick and tock
Ringing
Consuming
Marking
Dictating
The sea tells real time…
In and out
Ebbing
Surrounding
Capturing
Teasing
I attend the sun, the moon.
I use the flow of water to score my days.
The weathervane breezes direction.
Birds announce clouds, changes, seasons.
I need only air to breathe,
Creation to stir my senses,
Surroundings to tally my time.
