i didn't want my grandfather's longcase clock

i didn't want my
grandfather's clock.
He set the time
with a frown

and moving the
pendulum to swing,
he must have
felt almighty.

i didn't want my
grandfather's clock,
the ticking away
of minutes and hours

amplified in the hall
reaching me upstairs
to sink into the moods
of  Ingmar Bergman.

I didn't want my
grandfather's clock,
it gave a rhythm
which disturbed

the space of days
and divided my flight
into seconds and parts,
dripping and dropping,

and still i don't want
my grandfathers clock
in my home where
i will not measure time

nor sieve water,
where i need silence
in which i can let my
soul fill with eternity