Here’s a little something for Word Wednesday that I wrote back in early February.

a time piece

the ticking
of my parent’s wall clock
is still with me:

as it used to echo
through a darkened house,
vibrating through wood floors
& joists, it echoes through
years & miles covered -

still present with its
steady Tick
(the sound of Death’s tapping foot)
& its maddening sibling Tock
(the mocking jester
with sociopath’s grin),

it’s all there waiting
whenever i close
my eyes.