"The first thing I did
was take down the clock
running dutifully on its one cell
of battery and move the handsforward,"
FORWARD?? I would have moved them back, dear poet Alice Friman! Especially this week...
chasing the other under the shadow
of the thin red whip driving the whole
Sunday afternoon, I sewed through time and was in my element. One hour seemed to last 5 minutes. That's when you know you are doing the right thing.