“I am soft sift in an hourglass–” Gerard Manley Hopkins
from “The Wreck of the Deutschland”
This single-lettered self
has been busy coning
on a contained glass plane
past sunsets that once seemed
much farther apart, It is the widening future
at the top,
into narrowing presents,
shining moments facet as they fall,
each catching the light and slowing
into the years of insects who cram
lifetimes between a single dawn and dusk.
This was my poem for today. I don’t know whether I will make it all the way through the month, but it is fun right now. Check out the prompts and join in.