Today’s prompt is simple. Each line of the poem is a question except the last. I think I may change it up a little though…
What marks the minutes?
Halting breath. Waiting for the next.
What marks the hours?
Tapping fingers. Willing the day done.
What marks the days?
Stretches of tedium, lack of meaning.
When I stop marking time,
I will know that I am happy.