the wheel of time

and the ages that pass
are along sunrise and shadow
pull and position
but we are a million years old
formed and reformed
dead and reborn
the memory of earth
is beyond imagining
the shale and timbre
of sorrow and acceptance
anger and cruelty
fetid morass and slow decadence
death and disease
turgid repulsions of texture
timid resurgence of hope
the wheel of time
is a wonderful comfort
for those of us
blessed with a shining memory
of last week