October 20, 2008 at 11:17pm (Poetry)

(For A.J.)
             “And you are waiting for the one thing that will eternally change your life: an awakening of stones.”  — Rainer Maria Rilke
Awakening stones; shuffling rocks;
and above them all:
clocks. clocks. clocks.
And we who have no time,
are out of time
time after time,
for whom past and present
have neither rhyme
nor reason,
nor season of the year,
but only this unreasonable fear
of touching —
                     we know nothing.
But the stones know;
the rocks know;
the clocks know
what we do not
and never will:
be still.
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