When the Clock Stopped

what to do? it seemed all
new to customers usually so
attuned to nuance.

the creaking floorboards sensed
change and dimpled magazines
opened easily, revealing bathroom
features, closet-space-savers,
ratcheting pillows performing
with golden knobs.

another tick, then motion
inside, some people shuffling
toward drinking fountains, for
blacks, for whites, and children
were confused by colors,
when all they had were friends.

who to follow in line,
when teachers wished for
order and principals dealt
with disobedience gruffly,
raising wooden boards
to swat bottoms if the
time came again.