Clocks lie about time;

Fooling us, making us think the past is gone,

That the instant of right now is the one we live in

And the future is perhaps this or that.

If we must use a device to make time visible,

An hourglass is better;

The sand boulders (how big are you?)

Are never gone, just strung through

The constriction of now from a pool of future

To a reservoir of past.

Time is self-contained – future, past

And this very moment – all within the thing.

Turn it over and it runs backwards, letting us meet

Ourselves coming and going.

Call it déjà vu.