The old grandfather clock stood in the hall
by David Taylor
and imparted its wisdom.
The second hand rhythmically bounced
to the beat of time,
and minutes flowed gracefully with a
just perceptible movement;
the hour seeming fixed at the instant.
Tiny hands of a much greater clock
swirled in a frenzy
counting a world of unseen microcosm
and great sweeping universal hands
counted countless millennia
and the life of stars.
Here in the confines of a country house
with only the perception of
seconds, minutes, hours and seasons,
mind is trapped;
and reaches out to infinity,
signposted by the wisdom
of that old grandfather clock.