I’m not much of a calendar fan anymore,
just something else with numbers
that you are expected to submit to.
I once saw a clock that was just colors
like an old-time stoner’s lava lamp—
two columns, one for hours of the day
the other for the progress of each hour.
Time evolved through their spectra
changing —pink past purple, dinner time.
I guarantee if you try to measure memory
by moons you will lose count on some
fine night when numbers cease to matter.