Thus at turn

            the equinox


This time of tilt–

            ours, among

                        the revolution of rocks

Around the sun;

            which burns

                        in spite of clocks

            And men.


That bigger clock

            which god has built,

                        A cosmic span,

            the duration of which

                        cannot be measured by Man.


For, what is a day

            When suns revolve the galaxy?

A moment is a temporary eternity.

            An universe

                        is a long

                                    long time.



Spring 1992


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