Time Clock

The time clock keeps on ticking,
its hands reaching up slowly,
trying to ease the kicking
of gears and little pullies.

The window across the red room
faces open towards the clock,
and as the day approaches noon
its curtains cause a fluttery mock.

The wind disturbs the silence
though the sun is risen high,
casting, spitting shadows
across the red room's sky.

Yet the time clock keeps on ticking
through the humid day and night.