“Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.” -John Wheeler

It is hard to imagine how this--- came to be.

The ticking Timepiece tethers us here.

For all that we have yet to discover, yet to see

Brings light to what is left that we fear.

A broken Timepiece is now the only thing to know

Broken and neglected it teaches us to watch.

So far the days consist of bringing myself to watch

The runners move swift with speed and somehow be

Faster than those months that move through the year? I say “No.”

Those months are the reason why we are here.

To avoid darkness and to cast out the fear

We bathe, soak, rinse the Timepiece in the sea.

Thus I wondered, what brings the lack of urgency

For the slow sighted spectators to stare at their watch.

Their Movements too peaceful to bless the ear

But loud enough to make a buzz, a honey bee.

And as the last tick of the Timepiece is what we hear

The sunset settles, hot like an inferno.

As I look at the Gold Timepiece on my wrist I know

That what’s in the past ticked away but I see

The future heading nowhere.

The way the timekeeper hits stop on the stopwatch

Like death telling us what we can’t be

And again avoiding what we call fear

But whether the fast the slow, the dead--- is what you fear,

Whether your life is as simple as the black keys on the piano

Play that timeless song and maybe, just maybe

In that tune you’ll find decency.

Before that times comes, buy a watch

And record that Timepiece, like sound recorded by your ears

After all is said, all done and the race brings you here

And fastening that band around your wrist brings you less fear

Sit patiently and in the night watch

How fast the day moves and know

That everything you're subject to see

Is what the Timepiece shows here.

Time lurks, we know, just beyond what the eye can see. But here

Watch out! Be afraid of fear.