New York City's Grand Central Station clock. (Photo by Samira Bouaou)‘Daylight Savings’ by T.M. Moore The Society March 7, 2020 Culture, Humor, Poetry 6 Comments “Save daylight!” spoke the powers-that-be, and everyone supined, except for Arizona, see, which steadfastly declined. Hawaii, too, and certain parts of Indiana judged that darkness suited more their hearts, and from it neither budged. The light, meanwhile, remains unfazed, affected not by men, nor how they measure nights or days, or which hour should come when. For stronger hands than puny man’s hold all time like a rock, and laugh to see us tweak the hands of every watch and clock, as if we somehow sovereignty possessed o’er life and time. So set your clock full knowing He is Lord. (Here ends this rhyme.) T.M. and Susie Moore make their home in the Champlain Valley of Vermont. He is Principal of The Fellowship of Ailbe, and the author of 8 books of poetry. He and Susie have collaborated on more than 30 books, which may be found, together with their many other writings and resources, including the daily teaching letter Scriptorium, at www.ailbe.org. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Rod March 7, 2020 I love poems about time! This one I particularly enjoyed and your last verse is superbly rounded. Thank you for sharing – kind regards from New Zealand. Rod. Reply C.B. Anderson March 7, 2020 T.M., I lived in Arizona for 3 1/2 years, so I know exactly what you are writing about. The reason they have decided not to extend daylight is that much of the state is just too damn hot and they want night to come as soon as possible. But you are correct; our conventions have no effect on the ordained astronomy that governs the universe. I thought that the parenthetical ending of the poem was a bold, risky move, but it seems to work. You acknowledge the limitations of your power and understanding, while meeting the demands of the rhymed formal quatrain, which makes me think that a poet, as master of the house created by his own hands, possesses an almost god-like power. After all, in whose image were we created? Reply Jan Darling March 8, 2020 Delicious TM and Susie! – how is it that poetry loving teachers are not asking their pupils to write about today’s themes? Journalists get to interpret it to fit their political masters’ ideologies – we must depend on poets to tell it like it is. Yes, CB – in whose image? You shine a light. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant March 8, 2020 This admirably crafted poem is informative, entertaining and humbling. I love it! Reply Wyllis's Dad March 9, 2020 you need to learn about impact of various Native American governments on “time zones” in Arizona(& elsewhere. fun poem. Reply T.M. March 10, 2020 Thanks, all, for your kind comments and encouragement. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.