Filing Station

PHOTOGRAPHER’S JOURNAL: 

Still Time

How deeply 

in our DNA 

is time embedded? 

How closely 

is the steady pulse of day to night to day 

synchronized with the pumping of our blood? 

Some say 

the cycles of the moon 

thread our dreams like the tide, 

but for 150 years 

it is the face of a clock 

that time has worn. 

Railroads and factories 

tuned us to standard time 

and everything else fell into step. 

It is not clear to me 

what happened at this station, 

but it is clear it happened punctually. 

Sometimes a clock 

is the only trace that marks a spot of floor by a column or a window,

once a work station where someone spent the better part of a lifetime... 

"Lifetime!"