TIME CHANGE

You woke at three
In the new time
I slept till six in the old
We had coffee at seven
Ate just bought eggs
and talked until eight or so about
things we were going to do today.
Then we dressed in semi-fresh clothes
And began slipping between time zones
All day long
Early for one thing
Late for another
Laughing at the whoops of it
Snickering at stealing time
Wondering how this fragile quotient holds us together
It’s so made up
So easily snipped and curled
Like ribbons
This small gift of an hour.

©Lindsey Lane