Clockless

Let birdsong retrieve me from the land of dreams, And light and shadows make a sundial of streets. Let the tides of hunger and sleep in my body, Negotiate or duel with the rhythms of the sea. Give me some days estranged from clockwork time, Freed from the litany of pre-loaded hours tolled, Calling the fretful to rituals of uneventful bustle, Yoked to the harried scurry of the almost-punctual. I long for the sweet air of unencumbered morns, And the return of the possibilities that have flown.