poetry & tsismis: emily's blog

November 3, 2013

2 POEMS: Daylight Savings Time

I found these two poems that I wrote almost exactly ten years ago, but never published. As we “Fall Back”, it seems like as good a day as any to share these. Ah, the nostalgia; I must have been in a melancholic state. It seems like a whole life time ago. As my poetry professor used to say, Onward!

Please leave comments below. Salamat/Thanks.

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Layover, Chicago O’Hare International Airport

© by Emily P. Lawsin

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I confess: walking

through airports, I always look

for you, wandering.

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Sometimes I spot you:

in a mother’s long embrace

of her son going off to college

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Sometimes I see you

in a young couple’s face: streams

of mascara kissing their nose

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Sometimes I feel you

in the tunnel breeze: that bridge

of ocean blue flickering, mimicking sky.

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Yesterday I followed you,

the scent of sunflower petals

and salty seeds drifting in the wind.

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Tonight I saw you,

in a moonlit corner of a terminal bar,

nursing a Tom Collins alone.

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Tomorrow I’ll find

you at your corner bookstore

reading The Celestine Prophecy,

leaving no energy for words.

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But right now, I set my watch back,

as Daylight Savings Time ends:

I wait

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For this delayed connection home.


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Sunday, October 26, 2003

to Detroit

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Father Time: Daylight Savings

© by Emily P. Lawsin

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her glassy eyes burn

stares down the eclipsed tunnel

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holding the ticking clock’s arms in her wrinkled hands,

remembering the crimson maple leaves and lady bugs

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that kissed their bare shoulders

like tears falling from the sky

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searching and finding more time

in the dusk of the arboretum.

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remembering now

the back of his un-starched shirt

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as he walked out the side door.

the crick in his neck

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as he balanced his  brief     case,

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the ring of keys on his belt loop not jangling,

despite his swift stride.

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he never looked back,

just left her sitting at their hilltop café

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to pay the bill.

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plastic honey bears empty and toppled

at their unstable table.

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each year she still sits there watching the time,

waiting for him to finish his rotten meal

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or at least leave the waitress a tip

so she can go home.

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Sunday, October 31, 2004

3:45 PM EST

Detroit

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