Apparently It’s 11:19 a.m.

Apparently it’s 11:19 a.m.
Like on every other appliance
That sets automatically to noon
After plugging it in when you move

And here I stand by the kitchen sink
Opening the shades to let sun come in
As I dig deep into memory banks to think
Of my Maw-maw’s knowledge of plant life

If she were still here, she could help me
Name this row of pretty plants just outside
And recall her coffee with boiled milk I liked
To dip oatmeal cookies in to feel warm inside

Instead, I’m here wondering what time it is
Fiddling to make my own coffee with cream
Eating the remnants of my daughter’s waffle
And looking at what once was a tree, baffled