Susan Utting
POEMS
Altering the ClocksThis is not the time for falling back
to thoughts of the dying of bees,
of fathers, sisters, daughters, held
by a steady thread of prayer, mouthed
or hummed in the heads of unbelievers.
We have passed the danger days,
the anniversaries of the one sure thing
and reached the time to spring forward
into the light of afternoons, their growing
warm, to the tips of green things that will
push up through the mud, we know they will
unfurl themselves, like memories of the dead
they’ll come again; at the altering of clocks
we reach the safe time, move closer to believers.
from the anthology Spring
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