We’re stepping back an hour
this Sunday. And I want to know,
Can we recapture a misspent hour?
Can we choose a redo?

I think back to words said or unsaid,
moments lost, comfort ungiven,
and yearn for that hour,
an hour of choice,
a chance to remake a choice,
to move in a different direction
to take a step backward
or a decisive move forward.

When the clocks rewind,
can we untwirl the ribbons of time
to weave a new pattern?
Go back to the one step
that led us onto a path
which led into the forest
filled with lions and tigers and bears
oh my
and instead take a step onto the path
of winding yellow brick
that would take us to the knowledge,
true to ourselves,
that there’s no place like home?

Though, home is not a place,
we carry our home within us.
But when neglected
the cobwebs and dust mount
as inexorably as in the corners
of our physical abodes.

We’re stepping back an hour
this Sunday. And I want to know,
Can we recapture a misspent hour?
Can we choose a redo?

Molly Hogan (c) 2015