Watch Carefully

Look.

This is one face of time.

The hands mime

The passing hours,

Their routine gesticulations

The only order

History knows.

Look.

This is one heart of time.

A precise arrangement

Of gears, cogs and springs,

An intricate orbit of wheels

Spinning the yarns of history,

Never missing a beat.

Look.

This is a poem.

It has no face 

But yours.

It is a blue house

On the shore,

A bird on the verge of flight.

Look.

This poem has no heart.

It studies yours.

Its delicate engineering

Changes each time you look.

It doesn’t mark the hours;

It fills them with flowers.