Earthlife

Day in

Day out

Day inch

Day ouch.

Sunrise, Sunset,

Some rays, sum spent.

Never steadyeversteady stillness.

Always clacky syncopation,

Bumps

to jog my mind

and make me grapple for a stand.

As I face the travel on,

day out

will drill some doubt,

day in

might dangle sin.

But opposition makes the zing

of rebound

real.

I sometimes hurtle breathless back

spent from bitter earthlife tick

to better understand a tock.

And so I feel a swelling zeal

as day-in drone and day-out pound

day by day begins to sound

more like a lovely overture:

Music only just begun.

My own eternal symphony.