Here is a thought for this newly hatched day, when we woke amazed by the streaming golden light flooding in our windows at 6am (only 6:00!)
Here is a thought for this first day of violet evening coming, as it does in my part of the world, with the children scarce home from school.
It’s a poem called ‘Time Change’ by Gloria Lewyn that I copied out of a magazine in the days when my babies napped away the afternoons. It goes like this:
Time is different with a digital watch.
The minutes that used to limp around
The small dial on my left wrist
Come in early these days
Like the train.
I wound it myself then
But now time has changed.
It jumps up at me
Hours minutes seconds even days
My new watch says
It’s now or never, kid.
Whatever became of o’clock?
You could make it last as long as an ice bar
Or another kiss,
Walk in late
And still be on time.
I found it so long ago as it seems to me now, and yet its words shiver me still. It’s now or never, kid.
Let’s make it now.