Even knowing that we
Are the bodies in motion
I want to believe that this
Is the sun reversing course,
So certain in how it seals our days,
Unlike inconstant shadows
Haunted by their dreams of dreaming,
Burst by a minute’s leaving.
Patient, they hold their scribble shapes
Acting out secret pantomimes
Between rays, hoping to outpace
The endless sweep of tugging days
Until gravity’s yearning hand
Keeps these restless secrets turning.
(October 13 2015)