Sunday, November 6, 2011

Hello early darkness.


Fall Back


It’s returned, that hour lost last April,
slipped in at 2am while a half-moon
gleamed in the pine. Hovered
while I slept, unclaimed
angel, tick-tock.
But

I don’t desire to use it yet: I want to be
selfish, to hoard, tear it into ten
minute bits. Fold one into
my wallet for the late
appointment,
one

in the vegetable bin to forestall wilt.
Under my pillow to prolong
the dream, into the oven to
extend the fragrance of
Quick Yellow Cake
rising.

I’ll give one to my son to get out of jail
free. One I’ll bury in the garden
in eternal plastic, mark an X
with apples. Maybe I’ll
forget it’s there.
And

maybe, in the next century,
someone will unearth this
ten-minute treasure,
and it will be that one
extra moment they’ll
need to save their life.

© T. Clear 2011

5 comments:

  1. I love this reclaimed lost hour...I love how you have honoured it.
    I savoured mine alone in the dark this morning...each day from here on in I know I will wake just a few minutes later each day until it's all used up.

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  2. I wish there were a "Like" button here that I could click. And then I'd just sit and reread and smile.

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  3. ah, me thinks you would like to see the movie "In Time." Time being our currency, not money.

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