Finding a Broken Clock on North Whitcomb
Bach fugues, August storm coming
And I think of the vintage cherry clock I found
Today on its back, with trash along the road–
Someone threw it out to stop time:
No one can do that, arrest the day, hold the light:
All angels are on standby while we
Take the dog down to the water,
Revive the garden, recover
From harsh words
Over a cat tottering around
At death’s doorstep.
Do you see how she,
Fading fast, is proof
That we need clocks with no hands?
Trinity Church’s organ peals out eternity
And leaf-spare branches
Scratch the window:
Open all the doors.
Let us all agree on what time it is
And file in to take our place;
Ring all of the bells–.
Take the grandfather clocks down to the bay
And scuttle them.
We have had fair warning:
Where we had wedding cake and dancing
Nightfall, owls calling
Who was here? —
More crisp and vagrant stars.