Tick, Tick, Tick....
A FAT GOLD WATCH
I’m on God’s fob chain, not a minute
to myself. I keep watch
in the garden, lay awake
with Christ, toss all night
in the bosom of Abraham.
I kneel for hours watching
the cogs of doctrine turn
the gears of clockwork saints.
God wound
my spring so tight the prayers run
fast. Chimes strike
in my head. The shuddering won’t stop.
God synchronized my watch to his,
and now, I can't stop ticking.