I lay in bed (tic)
Drifting in and out (toc) of consciousness (tic)
Waiting for dreams (toc).
So tired -(tic)- but somehow unable (toc) to let go.
The seconds move past (tic),
A louder click (TOC) at the minute
Still. only silence surrounds.
The methodic, metallic click of time is only a remnant – a memory.
After all, cell phones do not tic-toc
But so ingrained (tic) is
My association (toc) of the second hand -tic- that I giggle a little as I keep (toc)
The time (tic)
(Toc) in my mind. . .
Tic- An imaginary metronome
Toc-keeping beat with my lullaby
Of the days affairs (tic)
(Toc) with the cat purring at my feet
(Tic) with the creaking house.
The rain adds it’s beat- double time.
And I am so caught up in listening that my eyes close. (Tic)
And I drift (toc) into (tic) a reverie (toc) – reverberating with (tic) a pointed pendulum (toc) swinging me (tic) gracefully (toc) to sleep.