Saturday Poem

An Astronomy

Shuddering in bed
through daylight sounds,
the loud burst of sunlight
at dawn: a clanking chain
drags our star across the sky
to midpoint where shadows
crawl beneath our toes,
then releases the sun
link by link
to the western horizon
where it disappears
with a hollow pop.

Above this, Time,
a green-faced savage
with sharp, gnashing teeth,
presses one foot
against the Moon,
the other on Mars,
groaning, swearing with each tug
against the ball of flame
which could do nothing
without him.

All these noises are lost
beneath the casual business
of the day,
only heard with a blanket
pulled over one’s head.

Creep out at dark
when it’s safe.


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