Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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The Sound of the Clock
The sound of the clock
on the wall
is steady, and firm,
while the timid
beat of my heart
is hiding quietly
under
layers.
What does it measure,
and why.
At ten I thought
At ten I thought
I'll understand
everything
when I'm fifteen
and when I turned
fifteen, I thought I did:
injustice, cool and all.
At twenty I thought
I'll understand most of it
when I'm forty or so,
with all that folding and
unfolding,
I'll see the fit.
Then later as I saw the
deadlines
come and go, I thought
surely wisdom's knock on
the door
will come before
babbling and blessed
forgetfulness.
I'll smile, welcoming it in
the hall,
that's all.
All the worlds that I slip into
All the worlds that I slip
into
unheard and unseen,
suspend me,
embrace me,
nourish and sustain,
I don't feel a stranger,
lost in the dark,
or wet in the rain.
The moment of closure
wants to banish them
all,
reduce them into this
one small and
insignificant ball
tossed and lost out there
in the universe,
it says "what gall,
to break time and space "
it says "don't you see,
they toy with you, laugh
in your face ".