One Poem by Kim Waters


with a clipped-on,

see-through, plastic visor.
A winder at its appendix point

setting the bob in motion. Back
and forth. Back and forth

like a stern teacher’s
finger warning. Another dial –

for tolling bell-shaped bar lines
according to a sliding scale

that measures speed
from grave to prestissimo.

How easy it would be to ratchet up
the lever through the gears

of golden numbers and slow
down time and growing old.


Kim Waters lives in Melbourne. She has a Master of Arts degree in creative writing from Deakin University. Her poetry has appeared in The Australian, Shanghai Review, Verge, Offset 16, Communion 5, Tincture and Antithesis.

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