The Persistence of Memory

The clock is ticking in the hallway Tick…. tock Tick…tock The long hand moving slowly to the rhythm of that sound Warm sunlight coming through the window announces that morning has arrived but usually I am up before the dawn, pumping arms and sweating as my legs carry me through the darkened streets of our town But not today Sometimes I wish that time would cease and the watch on my wrist would stop, melting and stretching into my skin… like in Dali’s painting The Persistence of Memory Hmmm.. Memory… I look over at her lying beside me…. Bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh In the corner of my mind, I see her in a white dress with sequins sparking in the sun then joining hands to feast on the flesh of Jesus Nowadays we occasionally drink wine with dinner Lighted candles mingled with the scent of flowers rise to the heavens like incense while a cat sits in the living room window, its tail twitching in time to the clock… an avenging angel that guards the gate to our paradise