When you become a parent
time stops working.
It stops making sense
and trying to plan or
adjust for it becomes absurdity.
You’ll be standing there
with 15 minutes to get ready
and here the gurgle of an expulsion
of recently consumed milk
frothing out of and over baby’s face.
Then while you are cleaning that
you’ll notice that wasn’t the first
milk geyser and the entire outfit needs changing.
Now that the baby has been disrobed
you might as well change the diaper.
You will check the clock once this is all done
and notice that your 15 minutes have evaporated
like droplets flung in a frying pan and
all your careful planning has ceased to matter.
It is here you realize
you now exist
in negative time.