the mourning after daylight savings

sigh,

that extra hour,

overdrawn from
our common savings

paid biannually
into 
fall and spring escrow. 

an automatic
interest free
deposit;

comfort 
and collective
sighs of ‘thank god,
more time. 

as alarms buzz
and threaten
to steal silence,

as you push down
into your pillow

to reap 60
more minutes
spent in bed,

as you burrow 
and bury
the oncoming
under dream,

this is
the moment

that later 
some one will
say

i barely remember
i was tired
so
i fell back asleep. 

this 
light beholding
made dull
and consumed
without reverie,
this is
sleight of hand. 

we know time
is scarce
and that
bothers me. 

past or present, 
even my
devices arrive
on the shores 
of a new day
before me. 

my clocks
reset themselves. 

the stove,
microwave
and coffeemaker
stopped caring
years ago. 

an extension
should be a
blessing. 

instead
the day
indicts me
with accessible
energy
that will
likely be reaped
later
by either my
employer
or
the commute.