The exact time is … (IP)
The clock was slightly slow.
No longer would it go
the speed to keep its face correct,
the mechanism worn,
its cogs catch as they turn,
though long ago by skill perfectly made.
The owner had a love of absolute.
He bought a clock that could compute,
and kept in touch by radio wave
with clock atomic – which should shave
a millisecond here and there,
and he would know exactly where
he was within the hour.
So happy then to go his way,
and wander vaguely through his day,
surprised at how the hours fly,
as dozing, reading, time drifts by.