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?