articulate octagon
speaking of time
annunciates crisp
startling ticks each
alone in its moment
creating a standstill
of silence to separate
one from the other
effective detachments
a series of movements
a marching in circles
precise of a progress
escapement attuned
to invisible action
of gravity pulling
young life stop-and-go
stop-and-go through
the sway-weight of
seconds of minutes
that mark out the
schoolhouse experience
leaving their lasting
impressions on minds
unaware just how much
they’ll remember