This is a really nice write Ginger - I have always enjoyed reading poems about clocks and time. There is often a dichotomy between the abstract concepts of time versus the reality of the ticking clock, a kind of countdown which resonates with us humans who are always counting down to something. I see both in your words

'The earth is slowing

like an unwound clock

one percent of one second

every hundred years or so

I felt it, late last night

clicking down into a lower gear'

'there is a dresser drawer

filled with stillborn watches

If I could only find the key to each one

I could rewind'

Thanks so much for sharing with us!