a beautiful instrument
to measure with meticulous concern
the randomness of our days and nights
days shrivel into mauve clouds
nights bloom into sunflowers
conveniently ignoring the ticking clock
that we and only we hear
a bell heralding
the start and end of rhythmic dance.
if we resist the seconds
and walk a bit further
dream a bit longer
perchance we would arrive at
shores of reason;
reason that painfully permeates
the cramped mess of our minds.
you would realise
time is more meaningful when immeasurable
for it stops when you inhale the deep scent
of earth, or if you prefer, that of a jay walker
for it transcends the limits of your mind
as you squint at the azure
savour a chocolate cookie
gape at the vastness of the horizon.
it nudges land and sky apart, ever so flawlessly
and gently reminds you of your majestic being
overflowing with ebullient smiles, grimaces,
large enough to swallow the sea.
the horizon merely meets our gaze
draining time out of sundials, clocks and wristwatches
for it is