‘The wheel turns from sky to track’

 

 

In thinking that it travels straight
it revolves about a heaviness unseen.

As evening comes,
a cadence changes—
echoes once unheard
are clear.

Sky-displacing
prominence of peaks;
steep-walled valleys
deepen.

Scarps sharpen.
Cage of contrast,
the thorn-tree speaks
in form.

Grain of sand,
long-shadowed
depth, beyond the
owning.

The wheel turns, from sky to track; at dusk
the rigour of the way is local and distinct.

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