Ticking Clock



Ticking Clock

A motionless weathervane on a nearby church

under a glowing moon swivels and twirls as ice

forms on the jetty wall; the seashore will soon

bring winter to all.  An old fisherman hurriedly

tends to his nets on a boat docked by the shore,

worried he will not finish this daunting chore.

He sits remembering the young men that the ocean

has taken, the day each left the swaying pier; do not

be afraid to die at sea he would shout its going hungry

in winter that you should fear.  Looking up at the

weathervane as it whirled and daybreak peaking in the

East; the fisherman closed his eyes for the last time

watching seaweed float upon the icy rocks; he did not

beat that ticking clock.







thBPHSKA15“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”



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