The sleep, the time,
the daylight we have gained
will only be taken back.
In the spring we lose,
in the fall we gain, a practice
we continue, again and again.
Will our lives change much
over a meagre hour?
Does time have its place,
its privilege, or power
to disrupt emotions;
what is yours or what’s mine?
Will it make
any real difference?

© 2018 j.g. lewis