I’ve misplaced time.
I look for you in a moribund afternoon
sewn into daylight savings.  When
the light wanes from the earth’s outline
 
I look for you in a moribund afternoon
while engaged in prayer.  Late to bed,
the light waned from the earth’s outline,
my body is half awake.
 
Engaged in prayer and late to bed,
I search for six months ago,
half awake,
in the pocket of a clock set back.
 
I search for six months ago
in the dense grove of your lifetime,
in the pocket of a clock set back
with thoughts of seeing you again.
 
In the dense grove of your lifetime,
sewn into daylight savings,
thoughts of seeing you again
misplace time.