When Clocks And Calendars Collide

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My body clock jogs me awake.

The calendar turns to another day.

Fall sets in in the Western Hemisphere

telling me where and when I am.

My brain obediently responds,

yet my essence is tugged by the magnet of memory.

Genes tussle with mind


where I am

where I was

where I should be

where I cannot be.

Wavering temperatures, timidly-coppering leaves, are the here and now.

Monsoon relief and the onset of the festival season are the there and then.