Real Time

Raindrops patter on the glass

Wipers slosh through windshield grime

Feet scrape softly on the grass

All together, marking time

Wind-rocked limbs creak, forth and back

Blown together with the chime

Puffs of smoke beat from the stack

All together, marking time

Love the rhythm, loathe the ways

Moderns move with Clock's cold pace

Bland usurper of our days

Turns our cadence dull, stiff, base

Don't eat, then, from twelve to one

Nor do work from eight to five

Eat when morning's work is done

Only in life's rhythm strive