Be the clock.
When he comes along and
everyone tries to tell you that
time didn’t exist before he touched
you, be the clock.
When he leaves and you can’t
even imagine what you used
to do before him, be the clock.
Take your big hand and your little
hand and hold yourself.
You don’t have to wait for him.
You don’t have to stop for him.
You miracle of a human. You
moon-thing. You kingdom.
Be the clock. Be time.
Wake up to the sound of yourself
and let it be the most beautiful thing.