OUTSIDE FIXED TIME

I awoke in pale gloom, didn't find

about the time, had  misplaced phone

that serves as a clock and an alarm. My

gifted wristwatch years misplaced,

the wall clock stuck in past, coming

time. I could have opened the computer

and found out, but instead I laid back

on the bed, read and thought, and outside

clouds the colour of white cloths wet,

and rain came and went and came again

in the gloom, outside fixed time,

and I unmoored. Morning, noon,

afternoon, evening - on a cloudy, early

August day it could still be all of these.

It was 10:50 a. m. when I found the phone,

knowing how far I had drifted downstream,

became part of the steady, cooling current,

and the dim gloom outside, the rainclouds,

the soaked landscape, were imprinted

with forenoon. And now, as it rains again,

no apparent change in the landscape

except the size of puddles on the gravel

road below, yet the four numbers on

the laptop's screen say 14:34 and outside

I see early afternoon everywhere I look.

10.08.2024

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