That A Clock Could Spin Poem by Stephanie van Oudtshoorn

That time could leap-frog
and life itself hop forward.

It's amazing how from confusion
you are thrust into the bosom of beauty.

From the ashes of death
wonder can sprout
and lovliness raises its head.

For ashes form the richest soil
it provides the medium for all growth.

This growth takes the form
of all glory never seen before the embers.

Just as the bud begins to open
showing the true beauty of blossoms
the clock stops spinning and stands motionless.


10 January 2005