Lara Owes
Oh, time
You can’t be paused nor played
Yet you pause and play my life.
How come you are so continuous?
You wake me every 6:30 am.
The sun peeks through the blue hour.
At exactly 7:04 the sun appears.
How are you so timely?
Classes keep me for
7 times 50 minutes—
You ring a bell.
How can your presence be so pronounced?
Back at home, I rarely notice you.
I become so entangled in books, and papers
That you swiftly fly to the ebony sky.
How are you as fast as the flash?
When the room goes dark
All devices are put to rest
And I go under the covers
How are you still counting each millisecond, minute, hour, and day?