The Watch's Replacment

Memories coursing from my wrist throughout my body.
Overwhelming me like a band of soldiers storming the
Premises.
Clusters of seashells woven together with the
love and care of a nursing mother.
Its sandy coat concealing
The shells like a like a beige polo shirt.
They are now unravelled
To reveal an imperturbable
that is like that of a temple
In Nepal.

Whispers,
Whispers reminding me of the azure endless ocean, currents
Swarming me like thousand of armoured locusts preparing for battle
Hauling bad thoughts from my ever working, ever thinking overburdened mind.
When I placidly slip it on it gives the strength of a thousand brown bears,
the will of a thousand protesters.
The power of memories.