One day folds into the next
and I am disoriented
by so much time, so little time
At night, my dreams are haunted
by face masks, germs
and nasal swabs.
What time is it now?
Sometimes I think
how much I will age
before my next pub drink with friends
and that I might not see my dad again
and then I distract myself
filling hummingbird feeders
scrubbing the sink
watching protests on the news.
What time is it now?
We can use this pause
if we seize the moment:
dismantle racist structures
pay attention to the planet
focus on peace
but we cannot wait another minute
What time is it now?
I love how the repeated line “What time is it now?” transforms in meaning by the end of this poem.
Thank you so much. I really appreciate your feedback!
Fantastic!
Thanks Siobhan!
I love this poem and the bop style is perfect for this topic of the Pandemic. The repeated line of, “What time is it now?’ is so appropriate and so on key with how people are feeing. You put the pulse of the pandemic-and peoples’ reactions into his poem! The last stanza is so impactful-possible resolution/solution…”but we cannot wait another minute!” Excellent!
Thank you. I did not know about bop poems and just fell in love with the form. I want to try some more. Thank you for. your comment!
I love this one – the repeating of the question “what time is it now?” makes one think