Time passing -
Is not the tick, tick, tick, of the movies.
It is a barely audible, high-pitched ringing in your ears.
It is the low thrum of a distant compressor somewhere.
It is the sound of the long shadows scraping across the wall.
Time passing -
It is the fabric rustle of changing your position in a chair.
A cat padding along the oak floorboards of the hallway.
An electric cube powering a computer.
The sizzle of speakers turned on with nothing playing.
Time passing -
I hear it from a silent telephone,
From an idle doorknob and hinges,
Wooden steps leading to the front door.
Time passing -
It is all of this,
And nothing, much nothing.
YOU ARE READING
random thoughts + poetry
Random"why must I look at the sun, when all I need to do is look at your smile?" ~o.r
