Tangible Time
To know time then experience it
To touch time
torque the arms
To hear a chime
tune to the tick tock
To watch the abstract
twist a wrist
To smell the odorless
Smell the cedar
Do not taste a watch
It’s bitter and salty like a dime
Liar, experiencing a clock is not knowing time!
I know this but explain why do we count down to the new year
Why does the world stare at towers that have the magic mark?
Why did it feel so real as the arms torqued to strike midnight on the clock?
Because it was about the arms of the one I held dear
Not about the ones that made the clock struck midnight
And about the tight twist that led to an unbalanced hug
Of the heart beat that I hear
As I am held in that fit so snug
It’s about the moment when his lips met mine
I lost notion of what was left or right
Discovered how to truly know time