Waiting for the clock to wind down,
the sand to run out of the glass,
the shadow to advance on the sundial,
the kitchen timer to ding.
Some lives end timefully, expected,
like the end of a test on mathematics.
Some who know the answers finish triumphantly,
others struggle out the agonizing minutes,
effort to the last, or let them slip by
unused, at least, for answering questions.
But some tests have no prestated due date,
and we find that we've watched the wrong hand,
broken the hourglass,
seen night fall across a darkened dial, heedless of shadows,
and let the cookies burn.
Apr 9, 2010