Even as it hangs, unmoving,

Even as it hangs, unmoving,

The clock ticks.

Fresh orange peel finally curls,

Turns black.

The ragged edges wither

And lose their spongy

Flexibility.

Growing hard and brittle.

Breaking,

Between your fingers.

Even in the absence of wind

Dust moves, motes swirl.

And hair balls

Roll over the floor

Going nowhere in particular.

Lost in time passages,

Caught in a moment

You fear will last forever.

Waiting for a call.

The kettle to boil.

A letter to fall.

Something,

To change.

All by itself.

You know it will,

Eventually.

Even by degrees.

Whether you want it too,

Or not.

Opting out,

Makes no difference.

It comes to a point

When, unless you move,

Then, life will pass you by.

And all you are,

Will be gone.

When everything else

Rolls on.