The Clock

What time is it? I ask,
And look at the Clock.
But the Clock says nothing.

What time is it? I ask again,
But the Clock remains mute.

Frustrated now, I ask once more:
What time is it?  

And the clock replies,
'Tis time to stop, and think, and feel,
And be yourself, with joy!

What kind of answer is that? I cry;
A clock that can't tell time?
It must be a nightmare,
with no reason or rhyme!

For minutes and hours I rant and I rave,

Then I stop, and quietly say,
Time is Now, or it is not.

And to the Clock I say,
Thank you, my friend!

© 2015 Donald C. Rice Jr.