When I was eight or nine
Mum and Dad gave me a watch.
It was small, with a black strap
and real numbers.
Time was made tangible by its touch.
Since I was eight or nine
I have been fascinated and repelled
by all notion of time, fixed and passing.
I will not be defined by mealtimes, deadlines or clock chimes: will not swing on the heavy pendulum
that marks each moment of a dying day.
My precious watch is tucked away, unwound.
And I dance between beats,
acknowledging respectfully
but untethered by Time.
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I remember my first watch. It was a reward for absolutely nailing my 11 plus, and getting scholarships to not one but two private schools.. I haven’t warn a watch in the past ten years. Maybe more.
Happy and Healthy New Year Dunc x
Happy is possible, I suppose. Healthy not looking so good. See the blogpost I just released. 🙂