Birds unpick clocks

one limb at a time.

 

Their wings unwind thoughts

(without scorn or suspicion).

 

Whenever one chimes 

at my elbow or scalp

that blue valve in my heart

flips all over again.

 

I’m red-roaring on tiptoe

tic-toc full of now.

 

– Naomi Byrnes

 

Prompt: timely