Pocket Watch

Somewhere between,

The minute and hour hands,

I found him sleeping in the river.

He seemed too peaceful on the foam from the waterfall,

But yet when he stirred I became afraid.

His hands,

Like window panes,

They circled me and held me fast deep beneath the sand.

I had never known safety quite like this,

But we both knew I had to leave.

When summer air filtered through clouds,

settled to winter,

He froze into the riverbank with a smile soft and promising.

I wept for my love,

I tried to run away,

But my legs stopped with the second hand,

In time I learned to stay.

-Emi