Clocks

The clocks are ticking

As the time winds down

A fly buzzes around in a frenzy

As a snoring dog

Dreams of rabbits being chased over fields of daisies

Inside my chest

The breath rises and falls quietly

All earlier anxiety spent

We think so many things of life

That in time only pass

As we contemplate

The crazy dance

Of desire and hope and longing

While we remember the heavy falls into

Reality

Washing away with all of our tears

The childishness of our illusions

And yet if we examine our hearts

And take some time to nurture them in silence

Then perhaps this same small child will bid us

Travel close by to a slowly running stream

Where we gently dance

Saying goodbye

To all of our sorrows