Melaleuca

On November 1st we went back from daylight savings time to standard time…  I wrote a poem, or a few lines past half a poem, and I turned the page in my notebook without finishing.  I came across it today and decided to finish it, so I added that last four lines.

TIME

Daylight savings time stopped at midnight

and all the clocks have been changed in my house

to accommodate the shift back once again to Greenwich

but my body has no buttons to push to make the change in me.

Something in me resists this fooling around with time

which I have never understood anyway.

Is it anything of substance,

this something we have divided and measured?

What is a year anyway?

…and a day?

I confess, though, to being fascinated with timepieces:

sundials, wristwatches, grandfather clocks and chronometers.

I prefer poems and photographs to note the passing

of whatever it is we call time