Time & again there’s tomorrow. A moment
grows, surrenders. Dawn takes the hillside, rise.
What can not be fathomed becomes
every which way far & wide. Familiar land,
the birdsong, crows, the body known, a morning.

Children stir to liveliness as others sleep on soundly.
Men stumble from doors & go missing, move
toward futures, unknown. Time & again we begin

full of sun, come within reach of today,
as seedlings grow, the stars go on unfinished
& the long approach of footsteps
resolves itself on ancient stones.