a whisper
I asked my mother what time it was
at 2:46 p.m. on a slow Sunday afternoon
and she replied, time for groceries.
I asked my father what time it was
at 7:45 a.m. on a crisp Saturday morning
and he replied, time for pancakes.
I asked my uncle what time it was
at 9:45 p.m. on a yawning Tuesday night
and he replied, time to stop asking questions.
I asked my brother what time it was
at exactly 10:00 a.m. on a Sunny Spring morning
and he replied, time for papa's funeral.
I asked my teacher what time it was
at 2:05 p.m. on a same same same day
and she replied, time to change the world.
I asked my rabbi what time it was
at 11:11 a.m. in our hopeful Saturday school
and he replied, time to ask bigger questions.
I asked my best friend what time it was
at 10:20 a.m. in the school's cafeteria
and he replied, it's all subjective.
I asked my kid sister what time it was
at 6:09 p.m. at our April family picnic
and she replied, what is time?
I asked myself what time it was
on a dark, lonely Summer night,
and something whispered in my ear,
time to change a world.
What time is it? 5:07 a.m.
What time is it? 5:09 a.m.
What time is it? 5:11 a.m.
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I don’t know why I put this piece up - I don’t really like it… but something in it was making it very hard for me to bury.