Time Keeper

poem by Dave Morrison

I keep a watch in a
drawer, waiting, I
suppose, for my shiny
new one to fail so it can
come out and guide me
once more through my
day, reminding me of
the insistent forward
march of life, helping
me to connect by
being in the right
place at the
right time.
Until then the watch
lies in the black-sock
darkness with no sound
except its own tiny
metallic heartbeat,
counting, counting,
counting.
I’ve got to get him
out of there.
I don’t know what’s
worse – blind and alone
in the drawer, or one of
a hundred in a box or
display case, all making
that little announcement
every second – still here,
still here… like a
drunken audience that
can’t clap in sync.