Today I am wearing a new watch.
And to quote the song – I am feeling good!
Others get their kicks from new shoes
fresh from the box, zero miles on the clock.
Or a wallet of cracked leather
riding low in a back pocket.
But me? It is always a watch.
This one sports a black rubber strap,
orange face and a rotating steel bezel.
It has just two hands and a window on the date.
And I wonder if the twenty seven pages of instruction
(that overlook how to actually tell the time)
are really necessary.
But tonight I will rest easy.
For if I ever find myself two hundred metres
beneath the ocean - its immense weight
bearing down upon me-
I will know the precise date and time of my death.
And there I will remain forever.
A child’s action figure, anchored by the arm
to the sea bed by my new, and now seemingly enormous,
orange faced wrist-watch.
