Time pushed ahead,
we wake in the dark,
hurry to ready,
drink coffee
and chai
in the car,
a mother and
a most-grown girl,
dog in the back,
a new old normal.
All day
I count the hours
reckoning
when it really is now.
But when a dog
is hungry at
what would
have been early,
I give in to the new.
Normal.
The sun just
above setting
I glance up at
surprising light
glinting
on the yellow walls
of the school
three blocks away.
How have I
never noticed
you can see it from here?
Eyes open
to new light,
I watch the dark
come over the trees,
remind myself
it’s time to stop
counting hours
from the past,
to live into the
new normal.
Wow! That hit me in a very cool way. Thanks!
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Perfect description of my experience with daylight saving too. Cats NOT HAPPY with meal time. Counting hours differently.Thank you for sharing this beautiful poetry!
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Amen.
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yes. in so many ways.Thank you friend.
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Very powerful!:) Neighbor Lady
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beautiful!
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