Sonnet, circa 2024.

Sonnet, cir­ca 2024Hold a leak­ing pen over an inad­e­quate note­book. Chew on the deriva­tion of “grace” from the Latin gratis—meaning pleas­ing. Seek a place for “apos­tle” in descrip­tion of a wren. Stand in a mist look­ing for a verb to describe the light­ness of the rain­drops. Break a line against the breath, car­ry on long … 

Resurrection

ResurrectionEven our own sun will, one day, leave its ordained round of the skyno longer cross­ing the Milky Way or shin­ing only on the moon’s bright side.But wan­der­ing off into the weed­sto lie down and rest,Say to us—no, no you go ahead.In the dark, waiting,time will tum­ble unstuck from the clock face.We will for­geth­ow to …