the second hand unwinds
i have a lot of clocks. cuckoo clocks. mantel clocks. an old austrian pendulum wall clock that my grandfather rocked me to sleep in front of. none of them have a battery or a plug. they are the eternal reminder of the true nature of time. it moves on even after we are gone. at some moment in the future there will be no time left. no one will wind the clocks. our universe will shrink to the size of an electron and disappear until the next big bang. everything i know will run out of time. everything will become one again. so. if you dont want to go ‘cuckoo’ just halt the pendulum.
i stop myself
at the first step
NOTE: when i die does time cease or do i?
3 thoughts on “Haibun 165”
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #2: Michael Rehling’s #haibun #165!
Glad to read you don’t have a bell tolling – yet. Dare I post a smiley – or not. Smiles anyway.