Clock (April)

He never reads headlines, has no prior awareness. Or is clock she, never straining for effect, never at a loss for something to say? Clock has an unassuming significant look. She drops soft surprises, won’t let us forget. She’s persuasive, her non-argumentative hands close arguments. Though some say he, fixed on regulations, nothing if not predictable. Tense making: after a breakdown we wind him up. Though he, she, they all of them are it, sitting about ticking off the minutes. It sticks to its position, scarcely moves a fraction. April or August, it’s the same old sounds from time immemorial.