The Watch

Everyday my watch goes with me,
Looking ahead with puzzled amazement
toward where I’m heading next,
It only moves forward,
Understanding time not as a sphere
but a tightly wound string covered in chalk,
My watch is rarely alarmed except when I tell it,
The dials reliably tick away, 
Never taking a break
or resting it’s feet on a warm fireplace mantle,
My watch keeps reminding me how much sun I have left
before it becomes too dark to see flashing digits, 
The watch does not think about the time it has already told
only of the time which yet remains,
It does not feel panic for what could’ve been
because it’s too busy thinking of what’s coming next,
My watch is the eternal optimistic glued like a faithful ally to the cuff of my wrist.

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