‘Sundial’ a poem by Val Parks

I built a sundial
in my garden
and carefully
marked the noon.
I watched the shadow
as it traveled
in an arc,
watched until
it could not
count the hours
of the night.

I, bereft
and purposeless,
was lost in timeless
And still I watched
for morning
and the light
to shine upon
my artistry.
Morning dawned
and black clouds
filled the sky.

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