time...

i wake in the early morning
i glance at my bedside clock/radio
3:33



 i turn on the radio
in the dark
just as some West Indian writer says

poets often don't wear watches

hmmm
i haven't worn a watch for four years or more

my watch
small and gold
stopped

 i began to wear his watch
large and gold
and it brought
his memory close

then one day
it stopped

i placed it in the drawer with mine
and left
chronos time
to itself

but the world is full of clocks

my car clock flicks time
and the clock in the mall
is large and clear
above the walking heads

i have come to prefer
to notice where the sun sits in the sky

and when the birds sing

and kairos time settles in my soul