Is it an eternity, these 180 seconds? Are they actually one hundred eighty degrees? Half of a whole way around Almost half a year As each second silently ticks by, am I a grandfather Clock face of rude onwardness Forward all around, and only one twentieth of the way around Fractions are the food of time Eating, drinking, consuming Subsuming the hours, minute by minute Keeping time In its circle Radius Three minutes are left Behind the center