Of Clocks

A poem by Michael K. Gause

What do these hands know
of the passage of time?

I have watched them
fail to grasp larger moments
that have never once bothered to notice them.

To the old they’re like gods
marking the speed of the falling,
though they are the ones who will transcend the echo of now
and now.

In truth all hands envy those on the other side,
their unmeasured rhythm,
which says,
It is you who are now obsolete.

Michael K. Gause Michael writes:
This is for those who don't get what they need on this side.

Michael K. Gause is a published poet living in Minnesota. His writing can be found in literary journals, in print, and on the Web. He has created, hosted, and participated in reading events in the Twin Cities, such as The Day on Fire and the Bean Counter Reading Series. He currently hosts a monthly gathering of local writers, and is creating a website of thematic reflection featuring a number of established Minnesota poets. His first self-published chapbook is The Tequila Chronicles, and his first full-length poetry manuscript, Pimping Grace, is currently being sent to publishers. Michael's website is www.thedayonfire.com. Michael can be reached via email at: michael@thedayonfire.com.

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