To (celebrate? mourn? acknowledge?) the beginning of Daylight Savings Time this past week, I asked my friends on social media to drop a comment about how Springing Forward made them feel.
I was going to combine these into a single collaborative poem. However, the comments were too diverse to join into one cohesive poem. Instead we wound up with three poems, with comments from:
- People who hate Springing Forward
- People who enjoy Springing Forward (These people actually exist. I now have proof.)
- People who muse on the philosophical meaning of time. (Hey, bound to happen when you ask a bunch of poets a question.)
Here are the results:
From the Haters of Daylight Saving Spring time change:
THE TIME THIEF
An hour ahead I set my clock
hoping to wake at the earlier tick-tock.
Cats wake me up. That’s nothing new.
But Daylight Saving–oh, peepeepeeU!
I too hiss at my darned alarm,
grudgingly smack it with my arm,
push the pesky felines off me,
stumble to kitchen for BIG cup of coffee.
My morning comfort food cannot please
(jalapeno bagel with cream cheese).
While hoping the java will leave me wired
I yawn and mumble, “Why am I so tired?”
The sand-eyed children are all off-kilter.
My husband seems to have no filter.
Moods sour and tempers short,
we’re a family of sorts.
Pull out of the drive running ten minutes late
(or fifty ahead, the dashboard clock states).
I jab at the buttons as we round the block
and give up ‘cause no one can reset car clocks.
Pull up at school and join the drop-off line,
tap my toe ‘cause we can’t catch up with time.
Son pipes up he forgot the sack lunch I sent him.
We’re fettered to a hurry-up-and-wait momentum.
Then off to work with pedal to the floor,
hop out of the car and rush in the back door,
pounce on the timeclock, and though I’ve tried,
the boss sees I’m late. Time’s not on my side.
Daylight Savings Time, please don’t accost
my life so cruelly. An hour is lost.
I relished your gift, but that was in Fall.
In Spring you’re a thief, a curse to us all.
From the Pro-Time-Changers, enjoy this collaborative poem by: Nancy Simmonds, Alys Caviness-Gober, Shelly Gambino, Sandra Nantais, Paula Guernsey, and Sarah E. Morin
And from our folks who like to contemplate the existential meaning of time, enjoy this collaborative poem by John Hinton, Deb Ritter Carrell, Jenny Anderson Kalahar, Rachel Mohlman, Alicia LaMagdeleine, Kathleen Meyer, and Sarah E. Morin.
How did you feel about Springing Forward this week?