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