Time Isn’t Where I Need it

If this day was a quarry

abandoned by dirt

and the machines

that displaced it,

the hours would suffer

a geology of absence

and an error in placement.

My socks would be clean.

My feet would be filthy.

Greasy dishes would be

in the cupboard.

Dogs would be

in the dishwasher.

I think the main problem

is dirt.

inspired by Kevin Prufer’s “A Dog Barking in the NIght” and Kjell Espmark’s “Route Tournante”

published in Iceberg's Poetry