Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

An illustration from the book “The Cuckoo Clock” by Mrs. Molesworth. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cuckoo Clock (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Even the most expensive clock still shows sixty minutes in every hour.” Time makes me nervous lately. It makes me pay more attention to the clocks around me. I hate that. It must be I am getting older and that time has finally caught up with me. It may also be that I appreciate now more than ever the time I have to do the things I love to do and especially the precious moments employed in speaking to my grandson, children and others who are now so far away from the coup.

We have a cuckoo clock that would make me a little crazy when it wanted to inform me of the time. I found it annoying but now it seems to soothe me in a way. It reminds me that time is timeless and that it is so precious.

I never wear a watch because I was never worried about time. But now I am in the market for getting a good watch. But then I read somewhere the quote I copied at the beginning of my entry today. But is it really worth it for me to buy an expensive watch now. By the way, it is 4:34 AM. My eyes were wide open at 3:52 AM. This thought of time and clocks entered my brain and so I could not sleep another minute.

This morning, I looked at all the clocks around the house and of course none were in sync with each other. I always set the clock about ten minutes ahead in the bedroom, the rest simply fall back a few minutes and some I do not even bother changing when it is time to spring forward or fall back an hour. But I must have this internal clock because I seem to have a sixth sense about time. I verify if my time predictions are correct and they always are. So I think I will not get me the watch after all. I am my own timekeeper and I am at my best when I live in the present and do not worry about time at all.

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