By Peter Halstead

I wrote this three minutes ago,
Which proves it all just goes to show,

To spectacle, to surfaces:
Not exactly what a timepiece is,

Whose face provides the cameo
To hide the engine rooms below.

The motto of my hourglass:
This, too, shall pass.

The sands inside my circle
Not half empty, but half full.

Why not do it in a minute?
(Even timing has its limit.)

October 18th, 2018