Never Look At The Time

Never Look At The Time

By Rosie Elizabeth

Keep me away from the clock, 

it reminds me of choking. 

I told you to see through a child’s eye 

because that way everything can be seen in

layers to decipher 

and hold 

and work out for a later time. 

The kiss like a pecking bird. 

The hug like a bear. 

The who before what. 

Humans like bricked edge and glue, 

paper eye at centre. 

Google something and fluff up the tongue that said it.

We like that. 

The adult mind confuses because it relies too

heavily on boxes and yes-yes-yessis  

and that is when 

too much space opens and the clock hand lands on self. 

Seek always, child, 

play so very little. 

Perverse and puckered. 

Look at a later time, 

Heart stops. 

Never look at the time.