A bummer lamb
at 3 am
on time change day
time out of mind
already
I sit on a stump
and call,
“Lambie, lambie, lambie.”
Flashlit
he finds me
and sucks like his life
depends on it
I shine my beam up,
unfocused.
what I see
are granules of rain
dripping down
from above,
a rain hourglass
burying me
in time.
the lamb nurses
to the pulse of the rain
while I
fall in love with the
creations
of time.