The Hour Is Lost

Where does the hour we lose

In the air

Go.

Does it settle onto the bags

Beneath our eyes, and droop them down,

Even further? 

Keep a close eye on my watch.

Well, by watch I mean 

The clock readout 

From my cell phone.

Check with me, every few minutes, we are the picture of vigilance.

All looks OK. 

Seconds still climb and tick, time stays its course.

And yet the instant the disproportionate wheels bounce

Then skid along the earth,

Watch the clock jump. 

An hour in an instant. 

So my best guess is, the tarmac.

The hour slid out from the vents

Above all our slumping heads with a whoosh just as we touched down.