I am a plain wrist-watch, an old time piece with two hands tracking the time click by click. Unless you really pay attention, you won’t see me move. I have two hands, but no second hand. I track the time with unremarkable steadiness. I self-wind, gathering energy from the day-to-day motion of life. You expect me to tell the time and that’s what I do. That’s all I do. I do not ring, ding, chime, glow, dong, glitter or buzz. I don’t have a playlist, a digital display or a diamond encrusted band.
I am content with my nondescript fate. I observe time passing. I inform the observer that time is passing.
I am not a fancy pocketwatch, dangling on a chain. I am not a grandfather clock, bonging with sonorous notes. I’m not a cuckoo clock, chirping in discordant song. I am not a slick digital clock with buttons and settings and tiny computer chips hidden inside. I’m not a stop-watch, ticking careful seconds, timing events, urging competitors to set records.
I keep time. I am inconspicuous, reliable, dependable.
Your disappointment with my boring, unfashionable steadiness is hardly my fault. I am what I am. When you expect me to boom out the melody of Big Ben or burst into a top-40 tune thanks to an internal radio, you might as well expect chocolate milk to fall from the sky.
I am a plain wrist-watch. I keep time.
7 thoughts on “If I were a watch”
So…is this post addressed to your teen children? Or to your husband? Or just to the universe in general? In other words, what spurred this meditation on the type of timepiece you are?
Very interesting post. I love your reflective writing style.
You’re the wrist watch…I am the plain old clock on the wall, very much aware of each swing of the pendulum. Yes.
So just a regular timex and not a rolex
Me too!! I love the description.
Rachel in Idaho
I love this.
It also descibes me. =)
I am a metronome keep the pace of the music of our lives. I can’t be a watch b/c I’m forever too early or too late.