Father Time
I bought a wristwatch that must be
wound each night. This was to force me
to face my hands once a day and reset
the primitive melody of time.
If this sounds conspicuously old fashioned,
it is. It is in the same way I tell my children
‘I love you’ every night before turning in.
This anachronistic discipline has kept our lives
fairly punctual now for many fleeting years.
Raising a glass to old-fashioned.
J’adore.
So THAT’s my problem. I have a new-fangled watch that just keeps tickin’ – seconds/minutes/days. I guess it requires more intentionality and some of that pesky attentiveness stuff. Lovely, John. Thanks, as always.