Fall back

I have never before been as surprised with the daylight saving's nonsense as I was today. I found myself completely broadsided by an unexpected shifting of time. It was nothing o'clock for a brief moment today as I realized my clocks were no longer synchronized. This became my greatest gift of the day as I took my daughter outside to explore the space between the parenthesis of this newly realized moment. The sun was bright and as we walked around the yard we started noticing our shadows. Large willowy things that curved up around the tree trunk as we danced together. She was calling them sun shadows which reminded me of Cat Stevens. After running around in the sun for a while we came inside and listened to Moon shadows about nine times. That is what I did with my extra hour today. I considered it a gift of falling back into what I adore, what I love. I did some more falling back this weekend. I fell back on a pinkie promise with few regrets. I feel back into a town host to a painful wedge of my recent past and managed to squeeze out some emotion and a few cordial frivolities. I am falling back into an adoration that cannot be stopped, cannot be turned back one hour, or two. If I could turn back thirteen years what would I have said differently? If I could move the little hand to the nine and the big hand to the twelve, then what? What would we have left to say? It is hard to walk away from something that spreads over me like a lunar shadow, that fills my sky. Beautiful, unique, loveliness reflecting back into my hair, my neck, my moonlit backside. Tonight I will curl up between these two hands and fall back a little, bracing myself with your nine and my twelve.