daylight savings

let's catch the hour
as it leaves us--

i'm standing on the porch
with my green minnow net

as a stream pours down
from the moon 
like egg yolk--

it's 2 am & there's
muffled voices of
angels as they take 

dead-of-night strolls
in human clothes--

their cold 
shoe-laced barefeet--

where are you then?

are you in bed letting
the time do what it will
to us?

i remember when we used
to have to set our clocks--

red digital blare on 
the end table by my bed--

taking away the hour
before it formally left

i want to fall back with you
but it is march &
a time for taking away--

my father will wake
up at 2:30 instead
of 3:30

i wish that he slept more--

i wish that i slept less 

as i laid awake
minnow-hearted

i decided i would go outside--

i wanted to know
if the hour left like
a comet or a tennis ball--

i'm going to catch it
for us &

when i do it will
thrash in the net like 
a crayfish--

white claws bared--
flashing in moon--

where should i keep it?

the top drawer of my desk?

the empty strawberry jam jar
on the kitchen counter?

i'm going to spend it on you--

i might not even tell you
when i do--

it'll be one of those nights
where we don't have enough time &
i'm supposed to drive home
because i'm scared of
how long it will take to escape the city 

i'll reach into my backpack 
& let the hour free--

kissing the arms of your clock--

the walls of your apartment

& you will move towards me
like a river cracked open
from the forehead of the moon--

hold me-- i want to exist 
in the hours no longer with us--

this is our folklore--

our kerosene lamp--

or i could save it longer--

keep the hour a secret &
peak at it on nights like
this where i don't believe
that you love me anymore--

smile at it's silver
body-- it's fish-eyes 
& sunset scales--

i feel wrong
so i let it go--

but for a second i felt
an hour throbbing in my fingers--

i felt all the red numbers 
on my old alarm clock--

my hands on the back of your neck

my father sleeping
one hour more