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Resting the Faces of Time (a poem)

posted Jan 20, 2020, 4:55 AM by Jeffrey Wolf   [ updated Jan 31, 2020, 5:17 AM ]

By: Abby Walter, Staff Writer

Posted January 20th, 2020


    Resting the Faces of Time


    Some say...

    gears make clock hands turn,

    but we dreamers

    know the truth.


    A fiery scarlet dragon chases

    a fading blue peacock in circles,

    catching her every time.


    The dragon effortlessly guides

    the slim bar, 

    the minute hand,

    as easily 

    as a housekeeper

    might whisk a broom. 


    The peacock groans

    under the weight

    of the hour hand’s 

    sturdy beam.


    Hours were once

    shorter than minutes,

    but as the peacock

    grew frail,

    the dragon 

    simply grew.


    Even now that the tides have turned,

    in the dragon’s attempt

    to ease his mentor’s burden,

    the old peacock

    can never stay ahead for long.


    Neither master

    nor student

    enjoys their endless game of tag,

    but that is how they will remain:

    chasing,

    slowing,

    catching,

    passing.


    That is,

    until they reap their reward:

    the sweet relief

    only delivered

    by a digital clock.


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