The coming and going of things,
time altering itself, adjusting temperatures,
refining seasonal light, making all the difference.
A darker morning than the month before,
Venus struggling in the lower atmosphere,
the stars reassessing their previous stance,
Planet Home circumnavigating the galactic rim,
pulling us by the hand as if an untoward child.
Sitting at the littoral edge of the world,
summer packing it in, autumn shaking in the wings,
alterations accruing at the cellular level,
otherness replacing otherness on the big wheel
and little I can do about it,
ruination unenviable but always in fashion.
Losing my grip to a false sense of accomplishment.
An exasperating cavalcade of light and circumstance,
youth fossilized, the middle ages genuflecting
before a darker age approaching.
When the last is first and nothing lasts.
Where we make mansions of the ephemeral
and a door closes for evermore,
gravity’s top wobbling as you reach for the wine.
The Earth running down. The light tiring.
Pushcart nominee Bruce McRae is a Canadian musician with over 900 poems published internationally, including Poetry.com, Rattle and The North American Review. His first book, ‘The So-Called Sonnets’, is available via Silenced Press and Amazon. To see and hear more poems go to ‘BruceMcRaePoetry’ on YouTube.