Daylight Savings

Daylight savings has come again.

Over and over the world is surprising.

Everything darkens slowly. Everything

is slowly adjusting to everything else.

When I was young I dreamed in green,

a shroud descending when I closed

my eyes. All thought and poetry, all

eulogy and song. I am trying to get

at something. I was trying then, but

my love has changed colour. It is

a tight knot at the centre of me.

It is always loosening and retying.

It is like a knitting pattern. I am

over and under. I am pulled through

and through. I am changing colour.

I am making a shape. I am trying

to get at something. I am dancing

in a crush of bodies. I am unspooling

the length of the island. I decide

love is floating in a yellow world.

Yes, yellow. LOVE IS FLOATING

IN A YELLOW WORLD. Every

year daylight savings comes. Over

and over the world is surprising.

I am leaving the sunny spot for you,

the best part of the room. I am

watching you warm. I am warming.

I am finding love in a dropped stitch.

I am making and remaking. Everything

is slowly adjusting to everything else.

I am leaving a fingernail of space

so you can reach in and untie me.

Maia Armistead is a poet and student originally from Hamilton. She has been published in such places as Starling, Mayhem, and The Spinoff, and is one of the founding editors of Symposia Magazine.