Throw Your Clock Out the Window

If you are alone with your Beloved,
throw your clock out the window.
Were you planning to use numbers
to count the tears of too much tenderness,
too much joy?

Don’t let a mechanical device tell you it’s time
to stop pouring your love back into God,
time to stop the bliss of giving yourself away,
and tumble headlong back into the world.

Look.
Your Beloved left the door ajar for you …
Cross over his threshold. Step out of time.
And close the door behind you.

The world won’t notice if you show up late.