The Music Clock

Maybe it began
when the circle of fifths
didn't look like a clock.
Or, when I heard buzzing clicks
as I waited for the tick - tick - tock
of the music clock.

Maybe it began
when the click -click- clock
had no hands at all
to tell the shoes and the socks
and the shiny red ball
"don't forget to call."

Maybe it began
when the circle of fifths
and the hand-less clock
began telling myths
and silenced the tock
of the music clock.

Maybe it began
when I overslept,
but I still kept
the tears I wept,
and the shiny red ball,
and the number to call,
and the shoes and the socks,
and the tick - tick - tock
of the music clock.

-LJ

June 2016