It came down from the undisclosed heights
feeding on winter.
Down enough to the rubbley land
through the light and darkness and god knows
to where I lay, shedding my skin
in the fold upon fold of sleep.
And maybe a thousand years evaporated
in the time it took to pass again into day.
But what awaited us, we the ceaseless,
when stepping once more into the sway of morning,
we took our next waking breath in the weak sun
and faced out , windward, already forgetting?
A bitter spring crept up through the earth.