A LETTER TO MY WATCH
I am grateful for your time
An honest face and steady hands
You are faithful and determined
You count the seconds, minutes, and hours
I count the days, years, and decades
Time is our mutual interest, perspective our disagreement
Sometimes we count too quickly
And time is just a handful of water
Spilling between my fingers
Sometimes we count too slowly
And time is an ocean without a surface
Vast and boundless, full yet empty
When I am drowning in the ocean,
In the years that become decades
You remind of your perspective
To count in hours that were once minutes
With perspective, water can be held
In my hand it's easily pushed aside
And by doing so I can swim
You remind me to have faith and determination
To face the waters honestly and with steady hands
That time is something to be grateful for | PL
thank you! we'll pass this along to Philip.
The poet's weaving of words made clear to me the dichotomy of perspectives, even with an inanimate object, an object the poet values. Perhaps this allows for differing perspectives of people, people we can still value.