Nothing new is said

 

 

Here, at the window
daylight fades
where once it grew.

Grows, where once
it fell away. Abstract
as an opinion, light

stands above a skyline
in a ruffling wind:
draining out, or coming on.

Questionable day,
without a name
and indeterminate.

Here, the personal
devolves from person
in arrival or depart.

Nothing new is said
in a coming or a leaving;
both move the heart.

 

 

 

 

A Lens to the Sun - titles and first lines