The Magic Netting

The calendar constricts and cinches
Its rhythms around the sequences
That inspired the name-weaving species

To invent magical nets of tales,
Fables, gossipy mythologies,
And twiggy prosthetic devices

Wherever they went around the world
To constrain the patterns here called years.
Oh, wouldn’t you like to see it end

In accordance with chimes and slow dawns,
In accordance with anything named,
So you could claim it begins again

Here, at this instant, somewhere near here,
A clean break with the past that tore you,
Swelling its nets, unending itself?

The thing about magical netting
Is that it dissolves every evening.