TIME

MEMORY ON TIME

for christina e. davis

Memory tier to time

and time makes memory end

Eliot wrote of whimpering ends

Plato did not trust stars

Merton said we were a slow ascending stairwell,

man caught in islands of an hourglass

where sand speaks

hours cry

love travels away,

I attempt to dissect the anatomy of age

but all inner circulation is out of whack

unfathomable, unknown

I suture up my spirit

type all passwords for darkness

each keystroke a tear

a saint

or a magician

tears without name

Time, sad as raindrops falling on a stoop

without words

without laughter

and turning to forget

I turn  to you

you whisper, ‘you can call me darling.’