saving myself now from the timed frittered away

making more things that will have shape and sharp meaning

hoping to leave behind something for the beyond

warning those who keep doing things without thinking

giving the sun the year and then the moon the month

giving the sun also the day and the hours

finding out that the week has no grounds from the sky

telling myself that this year had a lot to show

showing how the best things stay so truly unseen

showing up with a restlessness that does not end

flowing past red roofed houses under crisp blue skies

thinking about frogs in the slowly heating pot

rising early and napping in the afternoons

reading about an old building with tree-wooled stone

taking a liking to the hand-laid limestone roads

hoping the long fifth line can open in good time

seeing how many these days make the worst gumshoes