The Cruelty of Daylight-Saving Time
For Anne, in the thinning light
Daylight saving arrives;
they tell us to spring forward,
to claim another hour of sun,
but I watch the clock betray us,
an hour stolen, not earned.
Anne, your strength dwindling
as the calendar hurries on;
the world insists on more light
but for us the shadows lengthen
and darkness gathers sooner.
Grief is measured in minutes,
not months:
the quiet rush of time
slipping between fingers,
clutching in vain at the sun.
If you feel like keeping track of Anne’s cancer journey, I’m chronicling it in prose and poetry here:
https://robertmcbrydeauthor.com/news/
Your friend,
Robert
https://robertmcbrydeauthor.com/
https://www.health.harvard.edu/staying-healthy/the-dark-side-of-daylight-saving-time
