This morning I counted eight clocks,
Three watches in the house.
Every one says it’s time to pray.
Fourteen doors, including closets.
I want to remove them all from hinges,
Let sunlight shine and moonlight flood
Into every dark corner of the heart.
How are you today?
How are you really feeling?
Have you listened to the voice
That whispers from inside your house?
Heard the ticking clocks upon walls or
Watched the long hand move
Upon your pulsing wrist?