Gears of Tme

Time
speeds past stop signs,
engrossed in counting seconds, amassing years
until decades pass by

Clock hands abide in constant motion,
perpetually inching ahead
and then start over

Twenty-four hours
tacked on to twenty-four hours
plodding through the year
linking a daisy chain of days

Turn around and time vanishes
One foot always in the last second
while the other moves beyond the present
to enter the past