“You aren’t just the age you are, you are all the ages you have ever been.” ~ Kenneth Koch
morning, pebbles making small ripples like fish
in afternoon sun, this was my beach
now empty but for summer moon and me
two silver waning slivers silent as water
a bridge that no one is crossing
Not yet geometer moth, a larvae looping.
Geometridae, geo “the earth” and metron “measure.”
Inchworm measuring the shadow of my leg,
growing longer as the afternoon light shortens.
Caterpillar measuring Earth before measuring the sky.
The color of evening, melody of afternoon.
Five note sets like lines of poems,
playing out the day while I write.
Perhaps I should be composing a ghazal,
ravishing disunity, couplets to end the day.