Time ticks - 2010

I dream a room of clocks
On shelves at different levels
Arrayed on tables and benches
Ticking furiously at me
Their faces turned towards
Faces ornate curling script
Numbers in roman numerals
Such a ticking gathering
Each marking the same time
Some with pendulums swinging
Executing seconds in each sweep
Disposing of present to the trash
Looking ever forward
A Niagara torrent of chronological moments
Rushing down and gone
And my single face confronting
all those other faces ticking
And the realization in the counting
Of the time passing
As a shepherd may watch the flock
Going into the shearing shed
That observing them flowing past
Is not getting the shearing done
Nor life being lived
As the clocks tick on.