The clocks all went back,
and for a hour we lost them,
until they returned.
Nothing had changed there,
just some time and more coffee,
and then it was gone.
I should have changed then,
wrote that song that really sings,
or a book they read.
But I did nothing,
but sit and watch the rain fall,
and drink more coffee.
The ripple were felt,
ripples of delay they came,
prolonging the day.
It is over now,
and the days will continue,
like nothing happened.
But we know it did,
and that hour will be treasured,
as a change in time.
