Tightly Wound

by John Smallshaw
(London)

Held tight, curled in the eagles claws
a chest of dreams with
several drawers,
each drawer a key and locked within
another chest where
dreams begin.

If we tend we know,
we end, we go but the
growing was worthwhile,
each minute's a mile on the old
clock dial and time was,
time was slow, we know,
we tend and the dreams will end
if the key's not turned in
the chest of dreams.