Clocks

Clocks

Life is like a

candlelight

procession.

Winding away

from the light.

Shifting shape

and form.

Beating in time

ever more slowly

and branching out

until we cannot

see the wood

from the trees.

The greens

turning to gold.

Buried Shrouded

in darkness.

Like a red shift.

Clocks should

measure.

Photograph: Loughcrew/ A view

from Carbane East.