transitions

it's 4:40 and dark as mud

they've changed the clocks

to accommodate the

bean counters

no one likes their beds

calling them at 7

and each one knows

there will be no recovery

inside where it counts

everything will stay

heavy and off balance

until the maiden comes

with her bloated apron

of seeds and wildflowers

for summer wheat

and after the scattering

lays herself down

and accepts into her own

the sun's great body


edvard munch, winter night, 1923