Clockmaker with Bad Eyes by C.D. Wright

Philosophy class made me think of my own hierarchy of values, so that was in my mind the whole day. Ate alone, then walked and stared at stones in the zen garden. Slept in the library. And now I’m wide awake.

Clockmaker with Bad Eyes
C.D. Wright

I close the shop at six. Welcome wind,
weekend with two suns, night with a travel book,
the dog-eared sheets of a bed
I will not see again.

I not of time, lost in time
learned from watches –
a second is a killing thing.

Live your life. Your eyes go. Take your body
out for walks along the waters
of a cold and loco planet.

Love whatever flows. Cooking smoke, woman’s blood,
tears. Do you hear what I’m telling you?

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