I have lost my connection to time,
what others do at certain hours of the day
makes no difference to me at all.
I would appreciate to receive the same courtesy,
so please don’t come knocking on my door
with meaningless trifles and requests at your convenience
and raise eyebrows when you see me in my nightie
I’m not sleeping, I’m working,
I don’t need official clothes for this job
Just because I don’t do the things you do
on your schedule
doesn’t mean I’m idle
I don’t sleep during the hours you sleep,
I don’t dress at the time you do
I have more important things than that,
to me that is, not the world,
I don’t make money for my toils
I do it because I want to
Like you, I was a time-slave once, for a long time,
then it ended and I decided not to return to that premise
Maybe that’s why my clocks stopped working,
except my body-clock that never needs repair,
my watches also suffer from stress,
perhaps there is a message there.
I know about the cycles of the moon and
the rotation of the world around itself and the sun,
and the notion of days, months, seasons and years,
to me this is stale news,
it happens regardless of me.
I cannot stop it, so I ignore it and
let it be.
I’m living in my own dimension now,
free of standard time and its demands
I have stopped worrying about who will pay me back for time
I lost flying over the Pacific,
or to daylight saving
as far as I’m concerned those are pardoned debts I have written off.
I’m in a timeless zone now,
between daylight and night,
and what I do inside that zone
of perpetual motion,
is entirely my business.