Moon Time

Time is from the moon.

That’s what I’ve always said.

And if you told me otherwise

I’d probably check your head.

I always say five minutes,

but what I mean is ten.

Then twenty flies around the room

and oops I’m “late” again.

“Late” is for those people

who are good at watching clocks.

Meanwhile my brain is negotiating

with the seams in my socks.

One thought becomes a forest.

The hours forget their place.

I only meant to tie my shoes…

Time wandered off in space.

But I like being on moon time

though others say it’s wrong.

We move to different rhythms here

and sing each other’s songs.

Moon time is wandering

through a world of the misunderstood.

With dragons and fairies and sorcerers

who pay for things with good.

By Mandy Parida