Tick Tock, Change Your Clocks, Again!

Poetic thoughts on that time change

Is daylight truly saving time? superhero of all things Chronos urging clocks to jump forward with arms akimbo hands on hips at 3 and 9.

While Mother Nature laughs along with Kairos at the absurdity of it all but yields her blessings just the same.

Is the sun on board this boat bound for autumn where time retrogrades for an hour?

Or is the sun burning the boats blocking retreat with a funeral pyre fueled by silly notions and thought control.

And what of Big Ben? huffing and puffing to speed up the time his one high-intensity interval of the year only to lapse back into his perfect tick-tock tick tock tick tock

Until he too is allowed a legally sanctioned lunch break in November “Just one hour Ben. We need you back at your station.”

Except there was no hour to be had. Saturn devours his children like a secondhand eats away at My Newt markers on the dial.

They would have us spring forward energy flagging white surrendering to our loss of sleep to honor their sixty-minute status quotient.

Only to fall back into what? Their arms of “We’ll take care of you.” and “We know what’s best.” I think not.

I will keep my feet and mind firmly planted resisting the space-jet lag of manufactured time travel.

I will not deposit an hour of my time into this imaginary bank with false promises that I’ll get it back in six months of Sundays. With interest?

Call me disinterested. I will not even pretend to lose time or gain time because all I have is NOW.

Runa Heilung is an Old Soul Alchemist, mystic, and dream archaeologist. She works with dreams, oracles, and the imagination to help people rediscover their Inner Wisdom.