Tuesday, October 1, 2019

In Search of Lost Time and a Watch Battery - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

In Search of Lost Time and a Watch Battery

Time stops. The sweep hand seconds that no-motion
It fluttered in warning for several days
You were warned, and now you are out of time
That thing on your wrist is now but a weight

Oh, what is the nature of time? one asks
Oh, where is there a fresh 370?
The watch-opener reposes patiently
The tiny screwdrivers wait silently

Because without a 370 battery

(Which you can’t find in this town)

A watch is only useless tattery


1 comment:

Wk kortas said...

The reach of technology going beyond the physical into the existential.

And it's 1:00PM. At least, I hope...