Shadows move like the arms of a clock
they stretch through the cycle
from dusk
to dawn
they follow, reminding
that time is behind us
we live in the Light
and shadows sleep
with the Sun

Falling backwards- Never mind where from,
it could have happened anywhere
you stood.
The dark water below is so vast that
the only word that can describe it's volume
is open.
Landing on its surface, like a crucifix
you sink forever downward, but
otherwise still.
There is no end to its depth,
but increasingly crushing the farther
you drown.

Grief is not a feeling, but a force.
Like a boulder, I am confident in my place on Earth.
But after several setting suns, I start to feel the weight of time
under thousands of feet of
existence.
There's a push, and a pull
and I go falling.
A fragment of a fragment,
I tumble somewhere unfamiliar-
and it takes eons to reconnect to something bigger
than my pieces.