Time stands still– it is a damn good thing it is not the earth stopping; I would fall right off the edge. As it is, the painful clock watching of academia, hunger pangs mid-afternoon, yawns of suffocation at work, Clock hands beat in place- interminable desire to move on, stuck as if bent tines would forever halt them in their rounds. I then realize that the clock does not control the time, nor do I. Someone tell the sun and moon and stars. I will do it yesterday and tomorrow will be important not to repeat itself, and someone, please put new batteries in the clock.