When Time is Napping

The whole world seems to be moving

A bit slow today,

Everyone's running late,

You can see it on their faces.

As if someone quieted times tick;

Put her to sleep,

Nestled in shaded hiding places.

Not sure if it's the world that moves slow,

Or if its our eyes,

Or minds,

But everyone that walks this earth

Begins to lag behind.

Today, we are all five minutes late.

Time procrastinates, and waits,

Till we’re too tired to march

Against its swift stream

Upcurrent, and so

It carries us away

Lazy, having slept in. 

We all run behind the clocks today,

Answer questions too slow and late.

We all push the boundaries of time today, 

Turning in our dues a minute till.

And as time rocks in her soft pink cradle,

The stars blink on, 

and the sky never halts its turn. 

For even if our clockwork changes pace,

The beating of the sun,

Nature's call, her rhythm

Continues to continue on. 

So even if you wake late today

Don’t fret the wasted time,

Take solace in knowing

Like always, and as it always will,

The moon still rose on time today

And equinoxes are never late.

The shadows, still, respond immediately.

No moments lag, delay

The real world is instantaneous. 

So if you can, and your feeling strong,

Wake time up from her cradle.

Coddle her in her youngness,

Console her in her adolescence,

Advice her in her coming of age,

And speak to her in her oldness.

She is wiser than you can tell.

She is wiser,

Beyond even the years 

She's yet to make.

But she speaks quiet and slow,

So listen close—

And with a smirk,

And a glimmer in her eye 

She tells you

She is quite fond

Of running late.