10 o’clock and all is sad
But that wasn’t the feeling at 5 or 2 or 11.
So I remind myself that the hand on the clock will move, and as it does, so does the wave of feeling. I did laugh today. I did have connections. There was the six o’clock of snuggling with the dog, the 3 AM mewling of the cat, the 7 AM relief that I could roll over and go back to sleep; the flash of anger and hate at 3:47 with that remembered break, appreciation and thanks for dishes done by Aidan.
I look at the clock.
The hands will move past sadness
on to the next thing.