What is this meander

What is this meander

As the clock ticks

Time is not a passenger

How does it seem to move

At different speeds

From one moment

To the next

Whilst waiting anxiously

Quick quick slow

How much longer

Left to go

Glancing this way and that

Expectantly

It proceeds

A cavalier digression

Heartless moments

An impersonal procession

With little or no regard

Wish it gone

If you dare

The swiftness of its departure

Can lead to dark despair

As it slips through your fingers

When will it stop

It rarely lingers

The spring wound down

Is an inconvenience

Not an end

The station platform

Needs a clock

But more than that

It needs a timetable

To be relied upon

Everyday

Equally regulated

To find the train situated

More often than not

At the right stop

Not too early

Or too late

Measure my heart rate

It will take some beating

Before it breaks

Balance the movement

Lest we lose

What little time we have

In the pause

That comes between

One tick-

And an approaching

-tock