This is an ode

to 12:09 PM

to the clock that displays it’s uneven hands

on the line after twelve

and the line before two.

This is an ode

To my hands moving fast

Trying to thinking of everything

That my mind has made last

before the seconds deplete.

Oh, what a feat

It’d be if I could …

This is an ode

to the time.

The time?
Oh my,

I made a rhyme.

Wait, I have to change the title of this poem

Because it’s now 12:14

and the time has changed.

Where’d the time go?

This is an ode

To 12:15 PM

For it’s perfect

Uneven hands

And my hands

For keeping up with my mind

And my eyes

And the lines

And the vines

And the pies

That my hands have touched

This is an ode

to Matt

for smiling back

when I smiled at him

For not acting like

My smile was weird

I like that

And I like Matt

And I like Matt’s smile

because it reminded me

to look at the time

because I wanted to make

the moment last

This is an ode to 12:19 PM

For the hand on the second line after 12

And the short hand on the dash before 4

And this has been an ode to

12:20 PM.