Poem: 'The Clock' by Debbie Dixon

The Clock

By Debbie Dixon, 2014

There is a sound in the distance

The distant sound of the clock

The clock that hampers our resistance

Resistance to be free of the flock

The flock of all who are weary

Weary and crying to be liberated

Liberated from all that is dreary

Dreary as the chore that is delegated

Delegations of the deputations

Deputations that are not themselves free

Free of the clock in the distance

Distant sounds that ensnare you and me