Daylight Savings Time
Starting in late February my mother
would cut the weather page
out of the newspaper
and put it on the refrigerator
as a sign of hope: each day
a minute or two more light.
But it’s autumn now.
This week the time changed,
and it’s dark by six.
Think of it as temporary, I tell myself:
an alcove or loft, place
for waiting out of harm’s way.
I take my daughter to dinner.
As we sit behind the plate glass
of Shoney’s, the parking lot grows
appalling at the farthest edges.
“Daylight Savings Time” first appeared in Shade, Issue One.