Near the Black Forest - Vanessa Daou

Living in a house

near the Black Forest,

without any clocks,

she’s begun

to listen to the walls.

Her neighbors have clocks,

not one

but twenty clocks apiece.

Sometimes

a claque of clocks

applauds

the passing of each day.

Listen to the walls

& wind your watch.

Poor love, poor love,

have they caught you

by the pendulum?

Do they think they’ve

got you stopped?

Have you

already gathered how,

living near the Black Forest,

she gets by

on cups of borrowed time?