The Sundial
September 2013

The first poem I wrote. I was driving past People's Park in Halifax one morning and thought of the sundial that stands there. Words started coming into my head.

Endowed with neither tick nor tock
A motionless, emotionless time traveller.
No moving part, no beating heart
Yet reliable and dependable
As the stone that gilds its face.
It dances and smiles in the sun's rays
Plucking the geometry of time from the warm air,
And stands unused and unamused
When time brings forth only shadows.