Time by Beth Jellicoe

I feel let down by the existence

of 24/7 time


when I was small, time

took breaks,


had catnaps while I

daydreamed; at school


I couldn’t match up the hands

so until I was thirteen, time was stretchy,


infinite and irregular

as fractal crystals


and even remembering, I want to wind backwards,

undiscover how to decipher


the clock face. Disappear

smaller and smaller

back into my soul’s relativity


when a book, a feeling,

a moment

was infinite