time and time again

there are days
when you open up
the old grandfather
clock
that never stops
ticking
and hold the metal
hands down.
you want time to
slow, or stop
completely, life
being that sweet
and kind
and full.
then there are
days when tomorrow
can't come
soon enough, so
you turn to the
calendar on the kitchen
wall and flip
the page
to another month.