Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Over nine months


from nowhere and nothing,
with my tiny hand I twisted a dial
briskly and it clicked, stopped, turned around
and, imperceptibly, like a pantoum,
gradually drove the pulse of one old base drum

all in motion, deceptively slow
in moment after clicking moment –
until, by autumn, leaves are caught in wind
and days tip forward to December’s end
tumbling, ultimately, nowhere, nothing.

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