How to mark time now?
Does waking happen with deliberation, or visit whimsically, awaiting last dust of dream to drift past?
Am I to eat at the appointed time? Does sun dictate anything anymore?
I have noted days’ passing with laborer’s clock ticking for so many days, weeks, years.
What if I am less without this calendar?
Free-floating, do I have the same substance? Maybe I have been carried by throngs of clock followers. Without their slip stream, perhaps I will go invisible.
That sounds wonderful. For a time.