Celestial Clock

by BOB GALLO   May 14, 2025



The sun is tick,
the moon is tack—
each rise and fall
a silent track
that winds the pulse
of night and day,
a breath,
a blink,
a slipping sway.

We live between
their bright commands—
time cupped
in trembling mortal hands.

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