Where I grew up there was no such thing as time change.
You'd think after nearly 30 years away from home
I'd get used to changing the clocks ahead and back.
This last time around I simply left my alarm clock alone.
I wake in the night, do the mental gymnastics and am glad
I have an hour more than I thought I did.
Tonight it will sort itself out again.
I'll be on the same time as my growing up years.
For some reason I find comfort in that.