The Clock Poem by Christopher Shepheard
The Clock
I, too, have a clock
Without hands, without images,
Faceless of Arabic figures,
I listen
To time ticking by me
Devoid of appointment,
Encounters unworthy of record.
No need
To employ things that measure
My communications
Or watches that work,
As we would say,
Properly.
No time requires order
But age requires order
And age summons me
To a single date.
(2004)
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