It may be time
but then again
it may not and
if not,
then when?

I try to watch the clock, but time
appears to stand,
and standing still
I wonder if it ever
will
be time.

Pet hates of mine are few
and far between,
but in between the lines of time,
somewhere
between the chimes I read,
the time is almost here.

A bead of sweat?
not yet.
I think but then
I sink into
oblivion.