The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for November 2015
the clock is ticking faintly
(the batteries are low)
but there is
no timetable
or destination
in the humming buzz that
passes these
days for
silence the clock carries on
urging
movement or decision
or patience
perhaps
but not regret
interrupting the stillness and
the morning
sunshine only to mark it
as each moment waits
for the
next