Poem 156 – it doesn’t matter

It doesn’t matter

the second hand on the clock ticks loudly
a steady soundtrack
with the refrigerator gurgle & the
air conditioner exhalation
it’s an orchestral movement
in the living room 
& the sunlight uses
the maple leaves as 
baton directing the morning
into flickering heat waves on the sofa

there’s just one curious fact: the time
on the clock is wrong
it is hours off – the result of a tired battery

I love that it doesn’t matter
time is a maple leaf cupping sunlight
the hum of machinery
how long it takes to write a poem