Child on tippy-toes
on a chair
winding her grandfaither’s clock.
Wee Catherine
we are a’ in transit
facing a warld
in by’oot.
It wis saiven-twenty when you finished
winding the clock
so the sailors recalled [arriving and leaving Leith docks]
And noo we hae “electric time”
and yer grandfaither stands tall in
Maxwell Clerk waves, , , ,
For A S T R O V [and us all]
the transit clock
will strike TWELVE
and stop.
But Catherine, wee Catherine, the Bell of the transit clock now rings again.
Granite piers do not float –
stars guide
and voyaging sailors discover
that time is not ‘two faced’.
Great poem I love the picture as well!!