Tangible Time

To know time then experience it

To touch time

torque the arms 

To hear a chime  

tune to the tick tock 

To watch the abstract 

 twist a wrist 

To smell the odorless

Smell the cedar 

Do not taste a watch

It’s bitter and salty like a dime 

Liar, experiencing a clock is not knowing time!

I know this but explain why do we count down to the new year 

Why does the world stare at towers that have the magic mark?

Why did it feel so real as the arms torqued to strike midnight on the clock? 

Because it was about the arms of the one I held dear 

Not about the ones that made the clock struck midnight 

And about the tight twist that led to an unbalanced hug

Of the heart beat that I hear 

As I am held in that fit so snug 

It’s about the moment when his lips met mine 

I lost notion of what was left or right

Discovered how to truly know time