prime
time obscures the glow:
but, clear-voiced, sings the day. We
keep our hearts in tune.
In Roman times, “prime” was when the bell rang in the forum, that’s when the first hour began. Six a.m. was prime. Ironic, isn’t it, that to most Americans, “primetime” follows the Nielsen rationale, which is that it’s between 8 – 11 p.m. (or, more specifically, 9:15 – 10:45, according to Nielsen). Honestly? I prefer the original prime. I hope you didn’t miss Mary Lee’s utterly lovely poem about it.
Thirty days goes by just. like. that. May was a quick month, filled with so much detail. I enjoyed sharing it with you and reading Mary Lee’s original poems at A YEAR OF READING, collecting nonfiction and poetry collections from Tricia’s THE MISS RUMPHIUS EFFECT, reading Laura’s Riddleku’s and Liz’s yearly foray into haiku.
And now, back to prose.