Time Stopped



The battery in my watch is dead,

so all day it has been 10:15.

The hands reclining, head up and napping.

At noon, I glanced at its face –

time for coffee, or time for bed.



Writing the Day Into Night

That time, clearly night, but early morning

according to the pie chart of time

we have constructed to keep our sanity.

Darkness, but light glows inside and out.

Mind slower, but unable to shut down.