my bucket by my leaking loo
the steady drop
crossing paths with the beat of the hot tap, tap tap
every four hours
i’d start again
and throw the water in the bath
like clockwork
but before the clocks
had mastered stealing time
my unborn years:
forecast them — already lost
horses toes continue to drum, drum drum
the earthy clay
but even they have tumbled blindly into
piles of ticking watch stops
and can no longer run free
i am still waiting for the rebound
and
i want my time back
