Twenty Timezones


Miles from everything they know,
With millions more to go.
Detours and mistakes,
All the times someone hits the brakes,
Hoping something would change.
It hardly slowed the pace.
Crossing tram lines,
Strangers holding hands at midnight,
She has been here since 1969.
Someone is always keeping time.
Blinked her eyes once or twice,
And they were gone.
She is only a clock,
16 tons of stone,
148 names,
Twenty time zones,
She has been here since 1969,
Amidst order and chaos,
Amidst the lost and the found,
Faithfully keeping everyone's time.
© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.  
All names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this blog are fictitious. No identification with actual persons, places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. © All rights reserved.