A year was not a year

Any longer

Or any shorter

It just wasn’t clear

But the nonsense about orbits

Had been pure fiction it seemed

And 365 days meant no more or less

Than 112.

How could this be?

How could we no longer know how long we

Had been in existence?

And when did we start counting?

And why?

On whose say so?

The anxiety was mounting

We needed to know

The reason for the lie –

Was it decided arbitrarily?

Did nobody argue contrarily?

Would we now have to divide time

By a different number

To unencumber

Ourselves from this fallacy

About our galaxy?