Out of Time

This is a poem I wrote back in ‘06 entitled “Out of Time”: 

Tonight I sit alone
in this big empty house,
cocooned in my favorite chair
and I LISTEN…
…
…
…to the noiseless sound of the air;

…to that symphony of silence,
notes with no rhythm,
notes with no sound, and I stare,
and I LISTEN…
…
…
…as the clock ticks in like a snare

…as if from nowhere, joining
that conductorless throng,
though I knew that the clock was there,
and I LISTEN…
…
…
…as it percusses its fair share

…of music that I had not
heard before now,
though all the time it had been there
and I LISTEN…
…
…
…as Time slowly passes and I dare

…myself to stop
the clock from ticking,
though I know I should beware,
so I LISTEN…
…
…
…and then I decide to share

…with Time this moment
of solitude and peace,
for even Time needs time to declare,
so I LISTEN…
…
…
…as Time begins telling me that there

…is little time left
to make amends
for my wrongs and show that I care,
but I WAIT…
…
…
…believing I’ve time to spare.

But the ticking has stopped
and the time I thought
I had was a fleeting prayer,
so I LISTEN…

WAIT…

REALIZE…

…that Time is no longer there.