The clock on the wall has eight faces.
Each illuminated circle reflects a different time zone. I look up at that clock at least a dozen times during the day, pausing to note the time for me. Noting the time for you.
I think about you, where you might be and what you might be doing in that time just beyond my reach. I wonder, could you be thinking about me?
The clock on the wall has eight faces. I see only yours.
Thursday, July 16, 2009 at 12:51 pm
i love this post. simple and deep at the same time.
Thursday, July 16, 2009 at 1:53 pm
It’s me, isn’t it? Ok… you got me. Yes, I’m thinking about you. I can’t say for sure if it’s at the same exact times, but if it’s during the day at work, probably. I don’t like to work much. (See? I’m not a good serious commenter. This is clearly art and I just have to come here and screw it up. This is exactly why I’m not liked.)
Monday, July 20, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Hey, when I think “clock”. I think “Maylopie”, too.