I looked at the clock this morning
happy I had slept until 7:30
to start my morning ritual,
then realizing that it was body 6:30…
being it is what it is,
I still got up. for the morning
must be as prescribed
or would it be morning at all?
But today, disappointed I didn’t sleep in
as I had hoped.  And instead of knowing
it is what it is.
I consider the absurdity of
human games with clocks.
What point is daylight savings time,
to confuse us with mind tricks on a body
that shrugs its shoulders at amateurish magic?

I hear the marsh bird singing its lonely song
as I do every morning at this time,
no clock change will change the song
or the ritual of singing it at this time.
Four notes, pause, same four notes,
it is what it is.
No one answers that bird.
I imagine I’m the only creature
that ever notices this lonely song.
The magic of time change
is as lost to the bird as it is to my body.
It is what it is.
Stupid humans think that we can
jump an hour into the future.
It is is what it is.