POEM: “Break the Clock” — But I am amazed by how we neglect so much around us / that gathers dust / that sits there, rots / while the focus is on …

Hour glass

Break the Clock

I’m fascinated by how ‘micro-movements’ and minor manipulations
are ofttimes perfect adjustments
— just the tweak you need
to feel peace.

Why, I angled the dining room table just so in a room so I’ll have space
to spread out my tea
and my books and see
the trees out past the balcony.

It flows, this angle, and makes the salon more of its own world
where I retreat with my meal
on my knees sometimes
if I watch a show on TV.

When she touches my back, in a yoga class, like that
I’m always grateful.
A slight energy, and re-positioning
Re-aligns it all so perfectly, energetically.

Yes, I’m fascinated how micro-movements and minor manipulations
are ofttimes perfect adjustments
— the dusting, the vaccuming
sorting, tidying: again: peace.

But I am amazed by how we neglect so much around us
that gathers dust
that sits there, rots
while the focus is on …

how far we can push ourselves past a reasonable work-hour for eating our lunch.
how useful we perceive our being by those we think may value our burn-out.
how much money we’ll have in the bank in retirement, grow the pension!
how paralyzed we are by the history of ‘me’, as we live blindly, like automatons.

I’m fascinated by how ‘micro-movements’ and minor manipulations
are ofttimes perfect adjustments
— just the tweak you need
to feel peace.

So, seek art – it shakes us.
So, take a walk – it removes us.
So, say ‘I love’ – it connects us.
So, slow down – look around.

Move it a little like so
Come at it from a different angle.

And, break the clock.

Sylvie Hill, Montreal, October 14, 2019