Time travels 'cross the months of day—
an hour lost, then found.
But night has lost its feigned delay,
and body clocks rewound.
Cavemen—they knew the mark of noon
and equilibrium.
In modern times, clocks peak too soon
until the fall has come.
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more "falling back" poems in today's The New York Timesplaced in Poets United Poetry Pantry: Week #16
Cleverly done. I love "clocks peak too soon."
ReplyDeleteOh yes...forgot about the time change until this morning...winter is soon upon us...nice write "an hour lost" where does it hide until spring...bkm
ReplyDeleteI've wondered: If we sprung forward at 2:00am (March 14, 2010), we should have fallen back at 3:00am (November 7, 2010). Now we'll never know where that spring hour of lost sleep went. :)
ReplyDeletePhilip,
ReplyDeleteIndeed the mystery of the suspended hour!
In England, we 'fell back', last weekend.
Even more confusing for the world clock!
Eileen