mona

the minute hand rolls the earth    
like a white die      
     
we all feel it      
     
see a hand in full flower      
see her smile light up a room      
     
we live by the hour    
the glacial crawl      
the dragging hand  
as we inch forward another hour in time      
     
     
but not      
in this house      
     
     
there are only minute hands here      
seconds      
     
moments
     
because everyone in this room      
knows      
     
that my friends mom    
is going to die