It’s been a while since I used an analog clock.
I can only think of two in my home.
Is it the comforting tick-tock-tick-tock?
Or does it make me feel not alone?
That’s an oversimplification
And a small exaggeration --
I think it’s that I like the wait
It’s that moment, ever-so-fine
When I weigh whether to check the time
And the thrill of the chance that I might decide on “no.”
On that date that we ever await
The day which comprises that thrill
Is the day precipitous that I cease and release Sisyphus
I will say, this day is a day, and not a Sisyphean hill.
Theodore Bellavia-Frank, Hilltop View
June 1, 4:38 PM
Fishing
An occasional breeze stirs the surface of a once bustling harbor. A boy fishes patiently and Lady Liberty watches him with a vigilant eye. She has stood there stoically for centuries, welcoming millions to the land of the free. She knows a thing or two about patience.
Sam Levine, Brooklyn, N.Y.
May 17, 2020, 1:57pm
Sitting at a crossroads while I think about my next step. That luxury is not afforded to all.
Peter Woodford, Portland OR
June 2020