Description
There has only ever been one day, and it
happens over and over. No one knows
where it came from, it slides through time
like the prow of a ship through sleeping
water. It bumps against the shore of daylight
each morning and sets sail alone in the dark
at night, sometimes under the awful glitter
of stars, sometimes into a thickly falling rain
that sends the animals back to their dens
and causes the woods to drip and become
the color of owls.