Hourglass
Hourglass As if of my flesh I feel sand slipping the waist Of the hourglass Stars Of Loneliness Cold immensity Stars of loneliness burning Silently away Old Now My mother piano My father fire in the hearth I’m an old man now Rose Fingerings Captive of the dawn I turn eighty yearning for More rose fingerings Too I’m too young to be Old as I am or is it Other way around? My Youth Embers are glowing what might have been knowing as I burned my youth Deep Jewel I'm coming forlorn the full way of being born glad deep jewel of sad Revelation Now's revelation of umbilical accord, breath holds beginning Alluvium Dream alluvium across the floodplains of mind permits this harvest