Hands

I am watching the clock tick its way to 12
I envy them.
Those hands know only one world.
And if there's such a thing beyond that,
it will only be 12 universes.
Nothing past that.
I envy them.
Those two hands follow only two rules,
to chase or be chased.
When they say time is running out,
it only means one is finally catching up with the other.
Is this truly just cause to panic?
I envy them.
They pause to savor every meeting.
Once in a while
In those 12 universes.
Then life will call them back
Again to move around
those 12 universes.
I envy them.