one step

for those who spent

too much time & thinking

it is okay there now a

day's work if not a week

back up in the bright intolerable

sky there's ships arrayed

about the river

              sails a no general upset

dehydrate the dragging tide

rigour

it's beginning, for rigour is in all things,

the spark of transit, an arc of electron

decay, wide open tracts with space

for the measuring. A firmament we cannot

all be, and do not all be, but once a guiding

bulb caught ignition and cleared the air

of its thrifty gloom; no way the present

does not move on but stays fixed

like the light.