bent arms

the clock giggles at me
reminds me with every tick,
that time is passing.
And where are you,
As I argue with the inevitable
as my dog tries to figure where that smell is coming from
I too sniff the air..
The clock giggles louder
and I am jealous to not have a laugh of my own.
futile, it is all so frivolous;
saving flowers, to plant in the desert
I hope they'll grow
before my time runs out.
There is an orange apron
lying on my bedroom floor
and I cant seem to recall what project it was for
tick, tick, tick...
time keeps laughing at me-
he thinks my tasks are hilarious.
But I'll show him,
I can build a bridge
to carry me to you.
and then time will do the unthinkable
it will bow to us
it will allow us this moment forever,
time will stand still.