Punctuality Poem by Varala Anand

Punctuality

+++++++++ Varala Anand

They say I lack discipline
For meals, sleep and life itself

Yet, does the time possess its own steadiness?

Time itself is never punctual
No rules govern its rhythm.

With watches on our wrists,
Phones in our pockets,
We still glance at our neighbor
Seeking time, in doubt

No two clocks within a home
Ever chime the same moment
A second here, a minute there,
Forever out of sync

On the globe
When dawn graces the East,
Night still lingers in the West.

Time, a restless wanderer,
Bound in invisible time zones

The ocean swells at the full moon,
It ebbs at the new moon.
Time knows no decorum,
No law, no symmetry

And yet, they call me an innocent poet,
Undisciplined