like the slow/fast paced ticking of a film
silently going by
why question the moving of the clock?
but I just want to hold it all back.
to stop the hands from making their inexorable slights
and fooling us all
by coming round again (never letting us in on the joke)
if I could hold back the hands,
like joshua on the battlefield,
stop the sun from falling.
oh, my dear,
may mercy, without fear, carry you
© rlb 2015