how do you stop
when there's so much to see
how do you sleep
when there's so much to do
how can you break
the second hand
and act like you've got more important
things on your plate?
i don't see time like a bird
or a train
or cups of coffee
or smiles or laughter
or themes or years
or anything
but time
the ticking of the clock,
the ringing of the alarm,
and the times i open my mouth to sing.
maybe i'm more sentimental than i thought.
the semester is over tomorrow
and i think i might start counting time in sleep.
