quickening

 Touch me in late day

as the Earth helpless to the rise of the Sun

as the afternoon grown impatient

    through earlier knotted hours 

as an afterthought thrown from the neck of tomorrow

    breaking into caught light

 as though we two were found, between a song and a string

knotted and pulled shake 

    of the lace maker's hand  

while the length in the notes was darkening

these final days waiting on the loosening of the cardinal seasons grown impatient