Clock Stopped Poem by Susan Lacovara

Where there is little left breath
An elephant's paw pressing your chest
Deflating the ballooned hope
That yours will be returned
Intact and safely back
The ticking clock stopped
Moments to millennium
Dash of drifting thoughts
Like seconds stilled
In a time capsule of what ifs
Like diving beneath the broken surface
Lungs filled, so as soon again to float
In brightest blue, waters true
But the hands of the clock
Remain at just that point
Where life was put on hold
All the world watching
For a new day to begin
And for the sorrowful stopwatch
To be rewound
Yours to be found
That the fading tic-toc
Counting out the endless hours
Does not deafen your ears
To our prayers