Time as an Island

I try to not view time as a calendar/clock artifact
yet 2021 turned out to be a measurable, distinct, chunk of the fourth dimension
now the water flows in narrow irrigation channels
and the plants thrive in their sup-tropical winter greenery
yet brown and yellow deciduous leaves
speckle the best kept gardens
clouds block mid-day sunlight
weeds are inevitable
insects prosper
 
I’ve already addressed the need for new wall calendars
added positive thinking messages to daily use hard drive documents
a map of Nova Scotia pinned above the work from home desk
because, well
maybe
maybe I’ll go back
 
yet going back
refers to returning to something anew and returning to what was
another fucking conundrum
I was so close to making this make sense
the calendars, clocks, wristwatches, smart phones, sundials, hourglasses
the time/date icon in the corner of the monitor
the maps, lists, travel gear, stay-at-home necessities
the burnt lunar offerings
the best-laid meals
morning light breaking above the island
 
[RK, 12/28/21]