What Time Do You Think It Is
What time is it? The child dared to ask.
Her grandfather walked her to the enormous square.
Take a peek, he told her. It’s right there.
She had no idea what she was facing.
It is a sundial, he told her. It will tell you the time.
She spoke to the sundial, but it did not reply.
She walked around it looking for a digital display.
There was none.
She finally took out her phone and looked.
2:45 p.m. the phone said.
Her grandfather had his back turned.
What time do you think it is? He asked when he turned to face her.
“Maybe 2:46 p.m.," she guessed.
He was astounded.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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