My Watch

My watch
Stopped
The hands are frozen
My wrist is blank
Losing it is

Like following
An empty instructions manual
Or like trying to follow
A recipe blindfolded
Like somebody is grabbing
Fistfuls of my stomach
Then letting them trickle out

Because
Order is, Time on a leash
Measuring, Time is
Seeing my plans bloom
And my future take root
Its stitching purpose
Into my soul

Because
Time alone, just is
No meaning
No point
It is Chaos

It Is. Loss

Omar Elkoton June 26, 2009
Revised July 11 and 12 2009