If time heals
why do the hours drag?
Child with dandelion clock
lives in zen,
at one with herself
and her world.

I feel bound to it
as a mechanical thing.
No longer flowing with seasons,
like a wild May Queen.

I hear the mechanical
tick tock tick
tock tick tock
of the clock in my kitchen.

Time reduced to numbers.
Time cut into pieces.
Someday I’ll smash
that ****** clock.