Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Shadow lands


Consulting the calendar
to measure the finite edges of days,
proper rectangular weeks,
Lifetimes.

Using a ruler, I measure
the distance between
solar cycles inside
circles spin squared up,
and churn stuck in corners 
and lurk in boxes,

Leaving us to use the same angles
Over
And over,
Holidays make tangents, or triangles,

Between meaning and moment

This second
Memory, like haze that fills with light
remember the fog backlit in sun, rolling
over it,
The wind, the wave, the change,
The ends,
whites and blues
begin blending new for someone

We one knew upon a time. 


Image By OSU Special Collections & Archives : Commons (When trees and shadows make art) [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

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