The Mimic (Poem)

The pendulum moves, swishing and swooping
It always has the same reaction.
It’s a prisoner of action.
Cycling back and forth in time, never stopping.
Time is a bicycle, a wheel that’s spinning.
It goes round and round - never giving.

The hands of the clock tick past,
Slowly sneaking from seconds into minutes.
Time is a cycle and we are in it.
The hands of the clock tick fast,
Gracefully greeting minutes into hours.
Twenty four ends, back to the first hour.

Sailing in at low tide,
The water calm and cool.
Heart beat low; a resting fool.
Washed away by high tide,
The water pounds treacherously high.
The end of the cycle draws nigh.

The Earth revolves around the Sun,
The Sun around the Milky Way.
Our resolve begins to sway.
The wheel keeps spinning – never done.
One year gone. A new one starts,
Time the yo-yo sparks the heart.

As the pendulum swings as do we,
As the clock ticks so do we,
As the tides change, as the Earth revolves,
As time changes, so does our resolve.
Our life is a cycle of moods, like the panoramic
Time –The Mimic.