You never had a clock
within your home,
just a single metronome,
keeping tempo
more important
than the time,
its clicks a call to dance,
without the chains
of start and stop,
that never
issue edicts
to awaken,
no pre-set ring
to jolt
from peaceful dreams,
no big and little hands
that point to numbers
which command,
saying when it’s time to eat
and when to leave,
when to walk the dog
or check for mail,
just a steady, rhythmic beat
of unfettered sound,
the passing of the hours
all unnamed.
Andreas Gripp
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