she sleeps against the coming day
and I lay here grateful for the passing rain
these moments, like a passing rain
in an early, unforgiving August
so few and far between like a late summer rain
we soak them up like starved dust
desperate for more, starving for one another
praying for relief against the coming day
Tag Archives: time
Day 111, 2023
the witching hour is 4 am
currents winding round the abstract hours
marked by uninvented clocks
says to self, self this is an apology
for mistaking ye as human
in the sense of that abuse called time
Day 9, 2023
Soak up the sunshine and move forward
the tired machine. Do not count the clock.
The entire apparatus moves to 6/8 time, but we
count only in measures of four. Dead center
is somewhere in the high water mud and driftwood mural.