I LEARN TO TELL THE TIME
I LEARN TO TELL THE TIME Winter light waning in the window behind us, We sit, becalmed, crouched by the turf-fired grate, Elbows on knees, our palms spread to the heat, Talking: her sleep is heavy all around us. Hard times: she has gone back again to serve In the workhouse hospital for seven nights A week; two kids, snatched sleep, too many fights; She can not last for long, nor can his nerve: Our time is nearly done; and there, he took It in his head to teach me to unlock, To “read”, the secret signs on our old clock (I never would teach him to read a book). For years we measured time after...