yes, oh
yes...
tomorrow,
free at two o'clock,
the
minute hand will stare
up top,
directly overhead
at two
numbers, side by side, 1 & 2,
exceptional
close
and
see, only for a short period
of that
time,
the
space vertically between them,
by
looking directly up,
even
though they stand united,
and
proclaim “twelve”
in some
rooster like announcement,
“twelve”……..(!),
possibly
for anyone
who can
lip-read a stare
off the
blunt end of a stick.
Unique
to that moment,
the
hour hand,
of
similar rotational orientation
as the
minute,
in that
clockwise pursuit,
will
partially concur,
that
one of the numbers
as seen
overhead by the minute hand,
will
also appear directly overhead
of the
hour hand itself,
though
not vertical,
but
slightly to the right, a 1
while
directly facing a 2,
that “one
two” sensed again,
sparking
a sense of either coincidence
or
spontaneity shared,
and silently
remark accordingly
in
joining the chorus
of the
minute hand's mute song.
And
together, an intimacy,
often repeated
every
twelve-hour segment,
though
familiar over time,
still
joyously shared
from one
hand to the other.
But for
those of us,
in
potential audience of this,
between
now, and any future now,
the time
you are reading this now
and that
then, that two o'clock special,
so much
will have come and gone,
so much
will have been expected
and
either flowered or became dismal,
so much
mind-written and mouth-said,
that I
can heartily wait
for that
next two o’clock special
to be
then
and know reflectively from there,
from that
as now,
what will
become,
between
the A.M. to the P.M.
or the
P.M. to the A.M.
as this opportune
journey of the next
clockwise
cycle of time . . .
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