Time in Passing

Slow moved hand
and the clock drips.
Sweet mustache of time
and the drops slip.

Cool air wafts
and the tock nips.
Second hand grabs
and stopped grips.

Rewind the spiral
of time's trip.
Sing soft the melody
of former pip.

Wrench back the qualm
of past blip.
Let gravity find fingers
and unzip.

Realize again and again
none were gypped.
Feel the wind walk
in hand with the sailed ship.