Artist name: David Walsh
Description: Poem
Spring Forward (or, First We Kill All the Clocks)
The clock is wrong.
No one remembers who gave the order
to alter time. Moon won’t care,
we can’t call the sun late to the day
no matter how we parse 24 parts.
The clock was right yesterday.
I am late because of a time warp
at 2am when it spun forward
in a nefarious plot twist
that disposed of sixty minutes.
The clock is aimless.
Those hands move across
its face of everfixed numbers,
while the sun is oblivious to man’s device,
a counter with no dimension to measure.
Judge 10 says:
Judge #10: 1) An imaginative, clever look at the oft-questioned concept of Daylight Saving Time and its impact on humans’ daily lives. Can we really change time? I love how this poem ticks along like a measured timepiece.
Judge #10 says:
An imaginative, clever look at the oft-questioned concept of Daylight Saving Time and its impact on humans’ daily lives. Can we really change time? I love how this poem ticks along like a measured timepiece.