Tuesday, July 31, 2007

pith or pleasure; poem or prose

One full cycle of the moon, with a new moon fitted nicely in the center. Friday the 13th. ...how do we track time? 24 hours in a day... how shall we "spend it"? always? was it really always the same? these 24 hours backward in time? and will tomorrow count? 24 hours in tomorrow's day?

and this day
in this sunlight (or
moonlight)
is this day too
the same?

how shall we count the minutes? up or down? in segments of 60? shall we trace our fingers along Apollo's path? shall we travel with him in the fullness of the earth?

and what of the moon?
the old man's face tracing
the line of our own like
a mirror through time.
the Rabbit. the Goddess.
the Ghost.

how can we tell the difference?
how can we look in the face?
only the reflection of ourselves; the unknowable.

time tells us so. and we obey.

Artemis draws her bow across the sky.

our own shadows
tickle
our own feet move away...

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