Reaching Out Poem by David Taylor

The old grandfather clock stood in the hall
and imparted its wisdom.
The second hand rhythmically bounced
to the beat of time,
and minutes flowed gracefully with a
just perceptible movement;
the hour seeming fixed at the instant.

Tiny hands of a much greater clock
swirled in a frenzy
counting a world of unseen microcosm
and great sweeping universal hands
counted countless millennia
and the life of stars.

Here in the confines of a country house
with only the perception of
seconds, minutes, hours and seasons,
mind is trapped;
and reaches out to infinity,
signposted by the wisdom
of that old grandfather clock.