TIK TOK
Do we stab, stab, stab
At the face of clocks?
Or
Smile gently
with each new breath?
The clock’s hands are steady
Day and night
While we turn in the Darkness
and agitate in the Light
Do we move even faster to get ahead?
Or prostrate ourselves before the next tik of the tok?
Which is The Way?
— © Abraham Menashe