A DIALOGUE OF HOURS

For me
each day
has its own compensating pulse.
Sometimes it races
others it seems
each throb lasts forever.
And even though
this is an illusion,
I wear the charm
just the same
ever rejoicing
when a given beat
is calm and full of light
rather than
what kills
my thoughts
as well as my soul
with intrusions
that drain my energy
instead of feeding it.