Fay Slimm.

Clocking Time.

 

 

Clocking Time.


For a while your time
will be mine.
Our clocks will read
just the same.
Insufferable swathes
of unwanted
space having become 
swallowed by
waning long distance
arrive for us
recovered and laced.
Synchronised,
my time and yours  
for brief days 
shall be all the more
dearly binding.