By my wish I left my clock behind.

            No empty minutes to tick away

            To herald deadlines I would not meet-

And in the silence of no ticking clock

            Time came to a standstill.


Then, the rain began to fall.

Each drop rang as it fell upon the puddle of its collected kin-

            And time began to move again

                        In the measured rhythm of raindrops.


Does that mean I do not have to race to reach

            The encounter of thought and deed

That, in resting on my stone of stone

            All things come to meet me here?