Observation Point Poem by David Taylor

Sifting through the sands of words
that with a ticking clock
fall upon the screen of life
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Watching all the memories
that with a bright projector
are screened upon the mind
rushing past, rushing past.

All the people passing in the street
with aims of diverse kinds
briefly my awareness meet
walking fast, walking fast.

Where do they go
where do they go
into the past with time
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
unmoving I simply watch
as they all go by.