in a typical yeartotal 525,600 minutes,
how it can be
that the 60 of those
(tiniest fraction of one percent)
that I fast forwarded through
when I wound ahead countless clocks
laid me so slow
based on the lethargy
that hung over me
when my alarm sounded
in this morning's thick dark?
Yes - days like this wreak havoc on the system. Neat poem!
ReplyDeleteMe too! Or maybe it was the wine last night. I love your line breaks.
ReplyDeleteThe image of winding quickly through the hour makes me pause.
ReplyDeleteThinking about that one little hour-it’s annoying how it throws off so much of what is routine for about a week. It seems like everyone is easily effected by it too. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I still can't figure out how one hour has so much power!
ReplyDeleteTick, tock... "Here's your hickory daiquiri, Doc!" Hope you remember the set up! !sguH
ReplyDeleteI imagine that you could go with that lethargy this AM in a way that you and your close friends will not be able to tomorrow. Why is it that we manipulate time? I don’t think I adjusted in the fall, so will I be better now?
ReplyDeleteI love your poem! It's still a mystery to me how shifting everything just one hour can disrupt my sleep and energy for a whole week. ~JudyK :-)
ReplyDeleteTotally. I HATE when we lose an hour!
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