Clock Words

Two clocks we stand
our foundations grounded in separate lands,
as my friend and I talk.
The sundial and the grandfather clock.
Stately, he stands, sure, stoic, and proud,
checks the facts before he says them aloud.
I, a sundial, much more abstract,
ideas and instinct instead of fact.
We may both be wrong, or both right,
consult us both and surly we’ll fight.
But really, we know, truly deep down
We agree, on separate ground.