Spring Ahead, Fall Back
March 24 2023
The clocks have changed.
The light is different.
The same complaints
as every spring.
My bedside clock
adjusts automatically
and caught me off guard,
awakening me
thick-mouthed and bleary-eyed
in unaccustomed dark.
The universe, though
did not spin faster
tilt a fraction
or pause expanding
to keep in sync;
indifferent, as always
to the petty squabbles
and breathless happenings
down here on earth.
So the sun burns
unchanged,
the planet turns
like clockwork,
and the galaxy
sails unstoppably through space
like some great majestic light show.
But we are still ruled by time, regardless.
Like money, another made up thing
we spend badly
and want more of.
Yet, like misers and hoarders
an entire hour
set aside for fall.
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