I stopped wearing a watch
when I realised I was counting time.
Such a heavy thing
to wear on your wrist
a concept,
the measure of the distance between
two separate things.
See, time itself I can't hate
It's watching time peel off
the hour-hand of that miniature clock
and wondering, constantly,
if I happen to have wasted
a few too many precious seconds,
minutes, hours.
I reckon binning that watch
was the best choice I've ever made.
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