Thus at turn

            the equinox

                        again.

This time of tilt–

            ours, among

                        the revolution of rocks

Around the sun;

            which burns

                        in spite of clocks

            And men.

 

That bigger clock

            which god has built,

                        A cosmic span,

            the duration of which

                        cannot be measured by Man.

 

For, what is a day

            When suns revolve the galaxy?

A moment is a temporary eternity.

            An universe

                        is a long

                                    long time.

 

                                                                                                           

Spring 1992