Stumbling up these Sunday stairs
settles me into a different joy
peace of the uphill climb
and a summit to gain

Not at all like yesterday
Saturday falling into us
like the silent heart-rending rip
of horizon crowned and spilling
with the roll of rising sun

season of prolonged summer
kept swinging into us and how we loved
the pendulum arc

and that breathless airborne pause
winged at the height of the curve
mathematics conjoining twos to ones
just before we shut our eyes
to the ground calling us closer

all that sand in our eyes
full of grit slip and sparkle.

In all our extraordinary movement
we were on hold while the earth spun
singing harmony born of our blinding
forgetting to synchronize with the stars
and the songs they sing to keep us wise

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