Ticking Clocks

The last thing I ever remember doing to a ticking clock was smash it down. But last night was different, I was caught off guard. I was drifting off into indefinite space

& so the ticks were not rhythming my present but rather rhyming my past; the past which I woke up to find I had been sleeping with all this time, when all I really wanted was

to wake up from sleep in the arms of another.