a grain drips slowly from the upper bulb to the lower bulb
a hand ticks forward

why is it so variable?

one second flashes by
but one hour drags
and then suddenly

it is midnight

without knowing it
time
has slipped through the
cracks

once again

like water through a sieve
like sand through fingers
like fish from your grasp
like wriggling eels from the pot
like atoms beyond your clasp

procrastination