Poem #29: Time

This morning's alarm clock tone was unwelcome. It didn't feel as though I had nearly enough sleep as I rolled over and planted my feet on the chill floor. An hour later and I was wishing for a bit more fluidity in our collective sense of "time" as I sat sleepily in my bus seat and decided to put those thoughts into poem form. I'm also in awe of human beings' capacity to share experience and hold to our agreement of "time."