#378 - in time chosen

 

12.i.21

378

2.12

in time chosen

(with much ellipsis)

 

when the clocks went

here we are

 

years hid pretending

had to be done

 

an arrow escapes

just in it

as regular as Kant

 

and I, among the pages

where it’s only the heart ticks on

steady the head

 

tricked out in day’s finery

holiday from

seasons supposed

 

took off some said

for more

 

time chosen

words unfold in it

and flower, fade

 

one pocket for the turning

and a pocket for the sun

 

be lost where we are

in some things timelessly

take country under

 

time was a chime

back in the day

 

and after kilter

starlight sent

 

consider the naturalness of numbers

a certain nervous does-the-rounds

 

who is it buried the clock

that is the loom of time?

 

smashed!

and still this revolution

 

think whence wither

same joke

and still won’t know the hour

is as the wheel and round