Eastern Standard Time

complexity,

it’s in everything these days

in the sunsets and the dawns

and the lines someone drew

to decipherer the difference

between here and there...

subtract two or add three;

(they call this a science)

a mathematical formula used to

calculate the worlds todays and yesterdays

three hundred and sixty degrees

between twenty four zones

splitting the globe into halves and quarters

of darkness and light

oh the complexity of it all!

it floats through my dreams and into my nightmares...

But only until I open my eyes

and focus the light (I’m running late again)

but hypothetically in Malaysia my timing is right!

I hear the streetlights flickering

cars speeding through the highways of New York City

and the cathedral bells ringing in Rome

but in Japan today is over…

right now is their history and their past

(I often wonder)

do the blue jays and the jet planes

feel this fatigue as they cross the dotted lines in the sky?

and soar through cloud from dark into the light?

the lines that decipherer

each day from the next...

oh the complexity

and simplicity

of it all.