Grandfather Time

for over seven years now
I’ve watched the sunrise
slowly pendulum
across my horizon
from inland midsummer
to midwinter’s wide open sea

tick
tock
tick
thus seesaws solar time

syncopating
with the daily rhythms
of the moon’s tidal rhyme

tumbling down the cliffs
at autumn’s equinox

climbing back up them
as spring unwinds its clock

tock
tick
tock
a year swings by again

tick
tock
tick
steadily counting
up
or down
my three score and ten