Ticking clocks

This world is an orchestra
of silently ticking clocks
counting down life's progress
to death and
explosive rebirth.

Daydreaming

I daydream of the star-
dusty front yard of my childhood -
the years spiraling down on their heads
between hard-working flower pots,
towers overlooking with affection
a sparkling little hand
swerving rubber cars,
the tire ruts a trail
on my mother’s tired face.