keeping time

I wait on my new clock.
mid century modern,
digital,
sunburst with silver
wings.
I look out
the window.
the door
at the sound of any
large truck
going by.
do I need a clock?
no.
who does anymore.
but i see
a spot for it on the wall
between other things,
and want
it.
that's what I do.
I fill
the empty spaces
with things I want
but don't necessarily need.