Day and Night Will Crack

"Only in the moment of green is there time"

Let's stop here and rest awhile,
So we can feel the word "awhile"
Washing over us as if we were

Pebbles in a parched stream
Barely running in dry season
But year-round, almost dry forever.

What does it feel like to come to rest
Without any sense of when
The coming to rest might end?

One encounters, tumbling down,
So many stones from eras
So utterly far from one's own

As to render them alien.
A few may, in fact, be
Alien to this planet, this world.

Random bits of beautiful black
Rock knocked off and out to land,
Darkly religious, in our dun sands.

Let's stop here and rest awhile.
Every pilgrimage will complete
Itself or its pilgrim. There is time.