84/L21 – Time

Time

Christ the man rises
at the wrong right hour.
At the near curve of the earth
Arizona catches up
to the rest of the country.
Or maybe it’s the other way.
The birds aren’t up yet
and a hundred thousand faithful
are early to church. His body
is unexpectedly static
and out of tune.
In the lagging dark
he sets about resetting
the oven and microwave
clocks. The VCR is harder.
The blinking green numbers
bend, send him into déjà vu,
displaced in time. Or out. Whatever.
He lingers in the freeing gap,
at home for once, for a moment.
He declines to wind his watch.

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