Spinning Still Yet

Soon losing the light of day
as the earth turns in this dark corner of time
after the bright promise of a beautiful one
had been written in the heavens just this morning

Spinning still yet toward illuminating another dawn
while other bodies in the speckled sky
will keep their secrets and not betray the direction of the movements
leaving us to gamble fairly about whether the immediate hours ahead
either tighten or loosen things

Waking with a scrambled egghead breakfast brain is unhelpful
in understanding the endless continuity that only imaginary lines
drawn        (or opened)
in  befores  and  afters

etch

hurdles over which we leap and crutches on which we cling.