once upon a time
when there was no time
and there was only time
and no one knew how to spend time
and time was on their hands
and they wasted time
and time stood still
and time flew by
there was a clock
that didn’t know what to do
that wondered whether
to flail his hands about
or keep his hands in one place
and if so
in what place
on what numbers
and so he waited
with both hands up
as if in prayer
i wait for you
he said
to make my movements meaningful
set me in motion
when you are ready
then i will be invisible
in the background
but here is the thing
whether you use me or not
i will disappear
© Vilma Olsvary Ginzberg, 07-22-2020
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