All day long my watch has been stopping
On me, every few hours, a good Omega
Automatic chronometer, certified,
Gold face and bezel, circa 1970,
Self-winding. My father left it to me
When he died, and never has the watch
Given me a minute’s trouble. Maybe
Today I’m too still to keep it wound,
And it’s much later than I thought;
Lost hours are shimmering into twilight.
I shake the timepiece, it awakens. I set
The hands that promise to keep moving,
Listen to be sure that we’re still ticking.