time Zoned out
Why must time zones be?
Must eight o'clock have the same meaning for me
as anyone else, half, a quarter, an eighth way around the globe?
All it does is confuse
and cause me to misuse
Skype
My phone, or any communicative device.
And on other orders
who decided these borders?
So many are jagged,
does YOUR sun fall that way?
One mile over, how much longer does it stay.
An hour?
No.
When friends are abroad
how much time is wasted
calculating whose zone
dictates what they did
when they met
and yet
You calculate
to find the date and time
to meet, but you're still late.
Because you forgot about daylight savings
or lack thereof.
So you wait until next time.
Time.
Time you can't wait to see their face again.
In YOUR time zone.
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