Ticking


I'll never know-
As if it could be explained with
One word.
Love, or
God, or
Life,
Rising from the water like some
Sunken cathedral,
Explaining why we are here.
Searching for it
In the bottom of every
Bowl of cereal,
Pulling reeds out of
A fishing hook,
Letting the phone ring without
Picking it up.
Why am I here?
And only
The sound of the clock
Ticking
In the hall.

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