Life on the Short Hand

By , Leawood, KS
Clocks are neutral sentinels
With crawling second hands
Il tourne lentement

This September afternoon
7th hour, French class, a soccer game awaits
Huit minutes
Move, hand, Move
“No,” it says, and continues its slow pace
S'il vous plaît, horloge, aller plus vite

I receive the same staccato answer
I give up on the stubborn clock and look away
Its refusal still ringing loudly in my ears
Then bang
It hits me
A whole year has flown by
Et maintenant, je le veux revenir





Join the Discussion

This article has 1 comment. Post your own now!

CrimeOfRhyme said...
May 26, 2011 at 2:32 pm
Wow. I read this right before I went to the hospital. They had said I was going to die of cancer. Then I was healed. 
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback