Flick

A flick
like flicking petals
flicking
Not like crackling aluminum skin;
More similar to time lapse wind.
Soft,
but not as smooth as Suzanne Vega’s
voice,
it flicks nonetheless.
Would you watch,
even during songs ‘round the fire?
Maybe the flicking catches your eye
in the smooth, swimming scenery.
Not a ticking--
that comforting clicking clock sound,
although it frays your peace of mind…
the flick,
the flick.
As though you’re at a red
light
Somewhere behind,
the stiff, banging bass beat
three cars back
rattles the rear-view.
The flick of reality
into the dream world;
the paper-clip shot across the room,
the ruin of concentration.
All with a flick.

-G.B.