The slow chiming of bells
Resonating above the familiar ticking
Of hands circling a well worn face--
Stop to savor the moment
One second of one minute
Echoing in perfect pitch
And I wish I could hold the tone forever
Relish in this one second of time
Embroider images in the length of the chime
Vision of experiences past
Merging into promises of the future
All dancing around this one second
This present of the present time--
While my eyes drink in each passing tick
I wrap myself like ribbon
Around this moment,
Wrapped up and preserved forever.