Time's Ship

my watch is futile:
the waves count the minutes
the sun moves the hours
& the tide tells the day.

by s./j. goldner

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Thanks for reminding me of those times when I too measured time by tide and waves.
That's exactly the serenity felt whenever I am sailing. Short and sweet; a lovely little piece.
Hey! You are a brave sailor............on the waves of notions.
lovely. my watch you can pack so many things into each tick
Like this. My shadow is always longing to tell me the day is done. -chuck
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