The End of Daylight Savings

My hunkered shadow drives ahead of my speed
strange ear to the grey road, always listening
for the west in the eastern way I go.

And I wonder what is east in me, what sunrise
I avoid in blood beating west west west.
Why must I always long to live in sun set

when I know there is truly no disappearing
light, just a constant circling, my own looking
up and out, away from sun dial feet.

2011