I am the metronome
mover of measures
wide . . . . . . . . wide . . . . . . . . . . . . swings my pendulum
tracing the tempos of time
Tick-tock
my hands
a poco a presto
strum
staccato
the strings of my mind
I am the hollow
hourglass
Trickle my tunes
to the tilt of the times
The see-sawing sea
paces my sands—
murmurs ageless songs
in major
and minor
Sharp waves
crack my still mirror—
capture the startled sun
in splintered rays
I am the pulse of the wordless deep
Somehow
constant my cadence
Somehow
the play of my tides
echoes
the gravity of the moon
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Here is a newly added audio recording of me reciting the poem…
https://clyp.it/lvyaqpj2