no matter
what the cloud configuration,
the current of the sun,
the congregation, or not, of other souls
riding this plot of the planet
there is no motion
to this day.
let it be strung,
one before, one after
and defined falsely as time that was,
in which something, certainly something, occurred
while, in truth, the day hung
motionless
let it go
they will argue
one day can settle into anonymity
without need for redemption.
let it rest on your
shoulders curving
round your arms and hang
weighted in your hands
but you cry
come on
run. take a course
and be the one word sounding,
let no will waste, no death be waiting
cut the still with a knife
of your own self being
what moves, what is, what must