Your Days Are Waiting
There’s certainty made in the calm of a river–a way
steady like the leaves that paper-boat the surface of water.
Even a clamor of hooves throbbing in purple morning light
narrows us–a waking in every wilderness.
But even these things fall asleep inside the mind
and slip away by night.
How will you remember what it’s like to stare
into the constant moon? To watch the jet stream’s hand
push clouds through dark and stars like nestled ships on the ocean?
Your days are waiting to be left behind.
So now, before sleep makes a single forgetting,
etch in yourself
In the stillness,
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