Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Like Clockwork

Last night, because we were worried about the night flipping, we checked on him nearly hourly.

Each time I ventured into their room, he was in a different position.

Face down, East-West.

Face up, North-South.

Half-up, Half down, East-West.

Face down, South-North.

His body was like hands on the clock, marking off the hours.

1 comment:

BiVixen said...

That was a really nice poem.