The Clock

Tells a different story than

I do

Mine is slow and lazy

Clock’s is fast and busy

Always moving always ticking

Never a pause for rest

Yet still, I lay here in the grass

Reading poems

Glancing up to see the sun

in a different spot in the sky

The morning is gone

and still no breakfast to be had

Brunch it is

Again like yesterday

And probably tomorrow

That old clock could use a nap

And me?

Just some coffee and a good book.