right hand pointing

 

     
  Carolyn Adams

The Saint of Ceaseless Things

 

 

I am the traffic light completing its revolution;

the thermostat click

guarding temperature and humidity;

the tick of seconds,

hours, eternities

in your timeclock;

the metallic push

of a dual-chambered wonder

feeding blood through weary veins.

I protect this moment for you,

keep constant care of all your days.

In the orbit of this dead world,

I am here—

I am always here,

never to fail the keep.


 

 

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