Poetry

New Normal

Martha Spong
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.

Published by Martha Spong

Writer. Clergy Coach. United Church of Christ pastor. Executive Director @RevGalBlogPals. Coauthor of "Denial is My Spiritual Practice (and Other Failures of Faith)" (Church Publishing, 2018); editor of "There's a Woman in the Pulpit" (SkyLight Paths, 2015).

7 thoughts on “New Normal”

  2. 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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