This whole thing 
one hour forward 
one hour back
is trying me 
I don’t know if
I’m living my
present in my 
past or future
I can’t tell 
if I’m coming 
or I’m going 
it seems like 
eight months future 
and four past
can’t we settle 
on just one 
itty bitty hour 

It is
so simple 
are those 
two words 
powerful too
for after 
comes freedom 
to accept
is nothing 
short of 
oxygen for 
the soul 
breathe deeply 
let be
carry on
in calm

Like the bear
who feels the 
sun setting sooner 
I find myself 
slowly going about 
the business of 
finding and gathering 
I too take 
my sweet time 
knowing that finally 
I will sleep 

Chill on air
leaves in ground 
like lint abandoned 
on worn sweaters 
high clouds mask
a dull sun
even it seems 
to know that 
summer is over 

Clouds cast chagrin 
of what they
discussed in darkness 
as they hang
like pink sheers
above the mountains 
as blue follows 
sad that they
weren’t part of
the overnight frivolity 
sky it seems 
is the last 
one to know