Where did the missing hour go
last night, precisely at 1:59 a.m.?
Clocks were made to jump
and two o’clock did not exist.
Suddenly we were at 3:00.
Some say it wet to antipodean climes
and for a time they’ll have two twos.
Doubtful anyone informed the moon
or notified the sun. (No one consulted me.)
and now a darker dawn begins this
twenty-three-hour weary sabbath
day of our less rest.
Those who hate dark evenings
will be happier now; those who
hate dark mornings, not.
There’ll be kerfuffles for latecomers
who forgot to change their clocks.
In America we call it Daylight Saving Time.
The British name it Summer time, like Europe’s
L’heure d’été, Zomertijd, Sommerzeit,
Horario de Verano….only in Italy does
Ora Solare change to their Ora Legale
keeping clear and honest what the difference is
between the works of God and busyness of Man.
The sun and moon still know what’s true.
Tonight will seem to come less quickly
thought it won’t. And in the strict o’clock
there’ll be a resurrection of that wee hour
known as 2:00….not two of anything
but itself, imagined ordering of
light and dark, quite immaterial, irrelevant
to life as it is waked or wept
or kept in lonesome vigilance
or breathed, or slept.