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.