The framed moment hove into view
skint 'tween and back lit
by a shining tale trailing
into tall dangerous grass
feeling just like home

turning in to everything
on its way to here
and here and here
these endless solidifications
sound like crisp pepper shells
bursting nows instant thens
heavens connected to their hells
carried like neatly packed brown bag
explanations of nothing we know
we make up keeping going
and all its movement
since were arriving
at best

arrive at best is the
nature of arrivings
is the nature of endings
or end a river of nows
here and now again