Tagged: watch

in the middle of

in the middle of
day, i glance down at my new
old watch, every tick

a reminder of dad’s old
new love, steady, fully charged


we are memories,

sometimes happenings

in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, opening and
closing a door without
waking the household
is a balancing
act reserved for a
watchmaker, a
master craftsman
with the ability to
compress nanoseconds
into seconds with
a measured
turn of the
wrist, quiet
hinges with
a look – i am
averse to watches,
you are a light
sleeper. all
bets are off
when nature calls

from the south, at thirty-

from the south, at thirty-
two miles per hour, the wind
stutters a wet toccata
only his mother
could recognize. the
improvisational currents
are so strong, even
sleep has pulled away

you could almost