The clock runs our lives of course. But then which clock? Yours or mine? The prompt is being dropped off in my night. Which gives me a headstart I reckon, if I write a poem before bedtime. If not then I’d be falling behind. I’d rather not be falling behind if I can help it. So far that’s more or less how it worked. It’s more of a rush to write in the morning because you usually have to dash off somewhere. So am I glad Robert Brewer asked for a So (blank–meaning put in anything here) kind of prompt. I’m so on point today.