Falling Back

Every November without fail, when Daylight Savings came,

Before smartphone timekeeping made it all a bore,

I'd wake up early to set back the clocks. It was a game,

Racing around the house in gleeful joy and underwear;

Feeling those plastic pinwheel gears with pudgy thumbs,

I'd celebrate the conquest of an hour of fun.

Now as I jet across six time zones in a blur

Sometimes I stop and think what would occur

If I just set my clock back by an hour,

A day, two years, a decade, maybe longer...

I'd be back home, feeling those plastic pinwheel gears with pudgy thumbs again.

But I remember then: you can set back the clocks, but time goes on...