my dream about time

a woman unlike myself is running
down the long hall of a lifeless house
with too many windows which open on
a world she has no language for,
running and running until she reaches
at last the one and only door
which she pulls open to find each wall
is faced with clocks and as she watches
all of the clocks strike


Lucille Clifton, "my dream about time" from The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton. Copyright © 2000 by Lucille Clifton.  Reprinted by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd.,
Source: The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton (BOA Editions Ltd., 1988)
More Poems by Lucille Clifton