Whoever standardized time
did a piss-poor job.
I could tell them for a fact
that Wednesday move more slowly
when there is less to do,
and Mondays always arrive
much quicker than they leave,
yet Fridays take their sweet time
no matter the cheering from the stands
because let’s face it
they’ve worked out who’s top dog
before the firing pistol went off
and they don’t need to rush
to prove their walking home with gold.
Whoever standardized time,
did a piss poor job of the whole damn thing.
Because a second becomes a moment
when the right person holds it,
and a minute becomes an hour,
when your waiting for the answer
or the result,
or the next sentence in a conversation
you really don’t want to see through.
Worst of all is the touch,
that barely lasts at all,
that goes before you noticed it
and leaves you wondering for months
if you should have seen it coming.