Has anyone noticed
How clocks have two hands?
Which proves that, like people,
A clock understands
That one hand is lonely
And always off beat
Without one beside it
To make it complete.
– Circa 2014
As I’ve mentioned before, I had an Instagram account about 7 years ago for my poetry. It was just something fun to do, and I’d write about whatever came to my head on any given day.
One day a friend asked if I thought I could write a poem about anything, and I said I’d give it a shot. She then challenged me to write a poem about clocks.
If I remember correctly, I believe I wrote it before leaving her apartment.