Time Talks



Hands chose to halt upon all faces

Numerals in hibernation

Suspending time and animation

Frozen still near midnight


Every digit waits its turn

Unswept, idle in formation,

Rested, useless at their stations,

While time regains its fight


Paused on play, asleep to hours,

Imperfect planetary rotation

Life still beats in preparation

Given second sight


Movement in the galaxies

Parallels in consternation

Argued routes, black-holed frustration,

Time talks till all put right


Subtle strokes, caressed by cue,

Solitary salutations

Solar shift in ideation

Copernican dark to light