I heard it from the living room. Over the dog panting in whispers from the leather chair. Over the air humming, rattling the vents. Over the funny sky, winteresque at 90 degrees, churning outside the windows. The ticking. The tocking. The incessent heartbeat of time. Just before the storm broke loose, I paraded into the kitchen to stare the clock in the face and bellow...."I hear you!"And then I saw it....
The second hand chirping at seven. Over and over again. The minute hand frozen. Rickety tickety tock. Time stuck in a rut, wearing a groove pattern in the plastic face of yesterday/tomorrow/now. I stood barefooted and stared. Willed the hands to move. Lightening flashed from behind the fiesta ware. Thunder clapped. Rickety tickety tock. The second hand quivered, lingered, shuttered, slammed back into the 7th house. Just beyond midnight.
A friend called and said he had seen a ghost. Felt it. The second hand shimmied.
Every call I took or made was disconnected. My end. Their end. Disconnected.
Spooky little night....
By the time I wake up in the morning, the batteries should finally be dead. Time will have stopped and finally I'll recharge. Set the hands where I want them
and
start all over again....
At the beginning.....
the middle....
or the end....
Wherever the music plays...
18 comments:
Hahahaha....I should take a picture and send it to you. My clock from Mere, stuck at 7:00 straight up, no seconds, just seven. It's right by my front door and I figure 7 is a good time, anytime, to come or go. ILYSL
something mysterious about the whole experience..
the timing of it all
and captured in a way only can do
great read! "to clock watching and story telling for all time!"
love, ~s.
p.s.
WHAT A SMILE! on that precious baby boy landon
hugs, kisses and a great big squeeze from me
... wow... set that baby free, no more stuck in time... free the arm that would choose yes, instead of a quarter past no... let duality reign free, not given to one way without the other... beautiful pic!!!
a fire melted some of my such things July 6- replacing and loving the newness but somehow miss like you my trips around to visit familiarity at night- and that Landon laughing his head off omg noone cuter noone..sk
timeless
as always
O
unbroken
unbroken
that girl
cartwheeling down the boulevard
in the kind of sunday dress
that could only have been designed
by a man who knew her
unsinkable
she's floating
up and on down
a road
and a home
sustenance
and love
but it's nothing really
she says and shrugs
tall shoulders
circling to rest
as she lands on sungolden feet
unbroken unsinkable
maybe luck
or maybe fate
the bone dice
or the mystic thread
but everything she brings with her
returns to her
she raise the secrets high
V
raises...
damnit i still can mess anything up, right at the most important part.
it's like my superpower or something...
Burnt the crap out of my left hand earlier mowing a few lawns, wrestling with the foul beast (it wouldn't go in the trunk), so i'm typing onehanded, they other in a bowl of ice water.
Always glad to catch up.
peace out
HEY! we've had to cancel our art fair and reschedule for october. i had to tell you just in case!!!
xo
HEY! we've had to cancel our art fair and reschedule for october. i had to tell you just in case!!!
xo
Yo! Adrienne!!
The clock at the Delta Diner is stuck at 11:27. We're assuming it is a.m. because the place ain't open at night.
Time is relative, but why do those battery powered quartz things bang out the ticks in the darkness?
Peace to you, hope all is well.
Sweet Sister on mine.....Heres to anytime is a good time! Still reeling, wheeling, feeling the high from yeterday's Godsend! ILLLLLLyou!
She....."Ahhhh, the places he'll go!" All I need is a little ink and I think this little Dr. Seushish smile will be the next one in the magframe! Adorable!
Shimmerings....Clink! No more quarter past No! And jsyk....yesterday turned out to be so much more prolific, prophetic than we could have ever imagined. I think our whole little circle was standing on the edge of the earth waiting for that next tick~tock~tick.....And instead, we got the Olympic whistle, the green light, the OK to run.....
Kimbies officially in remission!
Ibeati....Oh sweetie, I wish you new familiarities, new endearments, new memories building from today's and tomorrows....
And isn't that laugh just contagiious? I love it!
Eric....
You got it goin' boy! This is probably my new all time favorite! I can see it, hear it, in technicolor moving movie!
I love it!
KJ.....Oh, Ive gotta catch up, what's goin' on?
Peace~love friends
Fridays are for all of that,
and
dancin'......
Yo! Spado! I missed you, we musta been typing in sync! Much love, my friend, so wonderful to hear your voice!
Whooo Hooo Hooo!!! Yes, to remission!
Sometimes it would be so great to stop time,,,save it in a Michelob bottle,,,savor it later. Sweet moments in time that we can never re-live.
Like seeing Baby Love's laughter,,and the very second those joyous words about Kimbies rolled off the tongue.
The gift of time,,,,so precious.
And "where ever the music plays", indeed!
shimmerings....We've been clinkin' endlessly since Thursday! Hallelugh!
Babs....We've had the music crankin' for 36 hours now, Mardis Gras doesn't hold a candle to this celebration! And to the gift of knowing.....
It can't just be time, it's gotta be the time of our lives....
Peace~love wise friends.....
I know you know....
you know we know....
clink!
clink!
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