Dayless

Local light reclaimed the world.
You have to dig in your heels
To feel days end and begin.

The sun and shadow curtains
Are continuous, of course,
And only by not moving

Smoothly with them can you feel
The days arrived, suns risen.
You don’t mean to be stubborn.

You’re just too small to keep up.
But imagine life tracking—
Geosynchronous orbits,

Faster even than on planes—
To hold continuous night
Or save continuous day.

What could you possibly count?
Your first unit could be years.
They’re actually out there now,

Just too well-attuned to see,
Local aliens as clouds,
Part of local light they flee.