around the clock (20210407)

while the rain falls
i wait for each drop
to ascend

i wait for the bark to grow
in the center of the trees
pith and heartwood tangling
like strand of hair
hiding the truth about growth
about the scab of time
about the lie of it

i wait for the clock
not to rewind
not to stand still
but to ring its alarm bell
to show that every
second of every minute
of every day happens
here and now

i wait and single drop
reverses course
singing as it rises

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