Hang it accidentally upside-down
and the shape of life
looks so charming—the way
eternities of redundancy
collapse, cash-out,
and cancel;
the way the morning
makes its dazzling
victory out of evening;
the way only one
easily tractable
detail ever changes—slowly
snapping into greater focus
over the span
of something which
even the most discerning mind
would be reluctant
to call time.
