Of Clouds and Clocks
Clouds are timeless wanderers;
entranced, I watch them
through my kitchen window --
roaming restlessly
across the earth's rotating face.
Behind me, I can hear
a clock's relentless beat;
each tock is based
on its preceding tick
and calculates the measured pace
between what was
and what is yet to come.
But clouds have no such obligations;
they can drift at will or frolic
with the wind until
they hurl themselves in wild
abandonment upon the ground.
I wash my dishes in their flow
and they just billow down
the drain, await their trip upstairs again.
I wish that I could tie
tick-tocks of time
to cloud trails in the sky.
© 2001-03 Laryalee Fraser
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