As I wait
fighting time
I grasp my mind around
those swinging hands
that travel 360
while peering through glass
their window to the world
I try to understand
rather comprehend
why red laps black
many times over,
in a never ending race
that ends in time itself
and how or if
I can somehow rewind
that needle of red
This train of my thoughts
now traveling faster then
what I ponder
is broken, stopped
with a syllable
that which I identify myself as
and as I heave
forcing weight upwards
I gather eyes and stares
plastered to my back
my shoes catch and keep
my attention
as I move towards
the only other fighting gravity
my gaze now no where near that red needle
simple greetings are exchanged
hellos and how are yous
then I again push my feet
one by one
following one clad in scrubs
now I find myself in a
space far too small
and answering questions,
of which my mind
needs not to focus on
rather it returns itself
onward and onto
the timepiece
I pronounce clock