As rise reasserts itself and figments farewell,
life wharfs about sentience to blessthis loosened warmth, to accommodate
the listening of sky and sound,
to tend to days merged of dream.
Frost echoes of distance and touch, readying its verse,
for of earth, we ebb.
The ballast of shadow draws star and slants
retrieval to etch hour and abstract day.
Of my remove and morning's metes,
bore of innumerous sirings and ceasings,
only this place.
© Christopher Brandon Lancaster
