Tuesday, March 29, 2016

The Ticking Clock

I've sat here, hours each week,
more than twenty-three years,
same room, same clock.

I lay on a table last Friday,
thinking, opening, praying.
I asked for greater awareness
of my surroundings,
better usage of my senses.

Maybe it's not
the still small voice of God
but the hushed tick tick tick,
my never having been noticed it,
seems to me a confirmation,
an affirmation, a piece of evidence...
of a different kind than normally here
in the courtroom.
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