mean time

from screaming flocks

and waves that suck at shingle

from clouds that blur the sky

and the ocean swell of cars

roiling on the road

to fingers turning a watch’s crown

fretting the quick with mainsprings

winding wheels and regulators

clocking the moment that was

the future long past

across the datelines a love

is lost in alien sleep unaware

you’ve adjusted to the time

you stand alone with the sea

mean time appeared in Consilience: Issue 10.

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