Poem: Time Zone

 

Time Zone

 

by Alice Jane-Marie Massa

 

 

Loved ones live in Pacific Time,

 

Mountain Time, Central Time, and Eastern Time.

 

While other relatives live in Italian time,

 

Argentinean time, and Mexican time–

 

I, alone, live

 

in Wisconsin time:

 

in my time,

 

I try to save daylight

 

due to

 

too many long strands

 

of gray days

 

that are too common—standard–

 

when one lives along lake time.

 

 

 

I am on time–

 

for the umpteenth time,

 

I am changing time.

 

However, I ask,

 

“Am I in prime time?”.

 

Wishing I were having or had had the time of my life,

 

I ponder with music in four-four time (common time):

 

“Am I at the cusp of prime time?”.

 

 

 

Let me hear the chime.

 

Who has set my timer?

 

It’s my time?

 

Time out!

 

I have to change

 

all my clocks

 

so that they, you, and I

 

can fall back

 

one sanctioned, governable hour.

 

 

Enjoy this weekend’s extra hour!

Alice

 

Post-script:  If you were expecting a Halloween story, please read last week’s post, “After High Tea, a Taste of Ghost.”  Happy Halloween!

 

October 30, 2013, Wednesday

 

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