Saturday Poem by Jilted BUTTERFLY

A clock ticking – imperceptibly its hand slows
As it closes in on the hour, on the final hour it goes.
Tic tock, tic, tock, t i c k t o .
Slowing, time is crawling now like a snail lost
An apple falls from Newton's tree and nearly stops
A sparrow in flight slows - his wings tied up in knots
These last few hours in their sluggish ooze
Make so much time for me in which to lose
My mind - as it runs like lightning this way and that
Dividing every possibility, probability and fact
Don't Think she said, don't worry, just act
Why is so hard, in this vacuum, to react?