Time by Melissa La Fountain

“What if the clocks get so large,

That they cascade over every thought?” she asks.

Could we use the tattered string

In the craft room drawer

To pull the hands back a few hours

So that we could enjoy the time

Rather than dwelling on it?

We’ll pluck each clover from the ground

Four leafed or three

Just because they are nice

Not because we need luck

We will use the wind to

Let our hair fly back

Setting loose whispers of

“I’ve never felt so free,

Just watching time go by.”

We’ll write our names on the trees

What if time never stops?

We’ll keep moving with it

Taking every bend and turn

Going with the flow

Riding with it

My friends like to think about time

By measuring how little may be left

We live in a ticking place, but treat it as if

The clock has been broken for years

I tell them to take off their watches

To pick some clovers

To let the wind play with their hair

As it does with mine

I give them a pen

To write their names on the trees

“What if the time is up soon?” they worry

Then it will all be over

And you will have spent so much time

Watching for the end

That you have forgotten

To appreciate the beginning