The corner table always held the clock,

the tiny figurine and the pepper pot

a story for each entwined in their composition

how they came to be together another person’s vision

but where had it gone as I glanced over to check the time

dust had collected around the base leaving a last standing sign

for a moment I felt quite sad at such an ordinary thing

I was missing it’s history and the function it brings

something that plays such a small part in a day

often without realising has a bigger role to play

and can be missed more than words can say