about "reluctant clocks"

The wordcurrents poem referred to here is "reluctant clocks"

Last night, as my wife and I, both sneezing and coughing and feeling somewhat sorry for ourselves, attempted to reset our bedroom clocks to daylight saving time over a month earlier than we used to, our clocks refused to co-operate. Her bedside clock, a fairly new digital clock radio seems to have decided that the "adjust" button refers to radio frequency and not the advertised-in-the-instruction-book "time adjustment, and delivered static and new unwanted stations instead of "springing forward". My smartly styled digital travel clock, possibly still under warranty (fat chance) refused to respond to the prodding of the provided stylus, and sulkily stayed at standard time. Then my brand new wrist watch refused to so-operate, and left me with a precise chronometer running "estimated" time.

I'm back to a sun-dial. Or maybe a water clock. Or lunar observations. Or guesstimates. Or who cares?