To timepieces and pocket watches...

I have long held a fascination for timepieces-- their precision and sublties. The sheer craftmanship alone that goes into making a single hand-made piece. The inspiration for the little writing below comes from my fondness for them;


Ode To Olde Time
(An homage to timepieces)

...as olde time, ticks and twists
and turns,
it’s thin hands tock
working ‘round the clock’
never pausing nor waiting
for us; she moves along
her prescribed path, and as she passes,
records– the seconds, the minutes,
the hours of our collective
finality.
Whose, mere, mortal hands before
have stirred this crystalline face?
Winding her ever-forward–
no remorse.
Within movements, jeweled,
only the Swiss can craft. Precision
becomes precise... A Ferris wheel
she turns, marking time,
before the circus barker
implores the moment, (to disgruntled children)
time is now come, to disembark...