Efi Hatzimanolis #68 Daylight Savings (again and again)

I’m re-investing my loss,
that hour lost back in October.
I have one eye on the one clock still
set to daylight savings, 
       at the back of my head, 
a rosy pessimist is saying, 
when your loved one dies, 
or when you yourself turn white then dry,
don’t look only to the clock set to standard time.
 In daylight savings,
you’ll have already passed an hour of grief,
unfelt because unset.
Unlike February 29th - die, lose the day,
then triple the loss, here,
here's a whole grief-stricken hour less, 
strung between my two clocks, 
an ever-present tightrope of feeling, forward and back.