Write a poem in which the persona is taking a journey.
This could be a short walk. It could be by train or ferry or car. Maybe they’re driving, maybe they’re in the backseat.
The important part is that the person is moving. Everything around them is changing. How are they changed?
Even some of my favorite lines feel too prose-y to me, but here goes:
I know we’re moving through time
as though the ship’s engines turn
the clock’s brittle hands.