turn (8/9/24)

and the sky turned
a different shade of dream
jackdaws fled the scene
and left behind
the static of their absence,

dim the day
til light again
makes its presence known;

and the air turned
warped and swept
between the walls
the cavities
where things crawl
counting down their time,
a fine line
struggles to define
wrong from right
right from left
the broken flight
of geese whose skein
has wavered,
habits hard to break
difficult to shake
watching as
each exit turns away,

dim the day
til the light
makes its presence known;

time and tide are sewn
into the rocks
eroding into scree
crumbling
and tumbling
onto what
may one day
become streets,
a place to stay
a place to play
an orderly disorderly
prone to decay,

dim the day
til light again
makes its presence known;

catch a bleaching bone.

© 2024 robert greig