a difference of priorities by Keith Pearson

on a lark 

he looks out 

one day

and discovers

there are no clocks 

anywhere.

she is down on

her knees praying

at the toilet bowl.

she is begging him

to call down lightning

or at least fetch her up

a clean towel.

he is more interested

in where all

the clocks have gone

and cannot see

that her hair is 

on fire.

 Keith Pearson

I live in southern New Hampshire and works with special ed students at a local high school.