in which we measure time

by rain gauges, by sky-watching

for convolvolus clouds creeping

in like robust plants filled with

water, only to depart somewhere

else, each air-rumble a crease

in the heat, each bucket steadfastly

dry despite three drops…

 

to be in this

moment of time when talk is of

floodplains, melting glaciers

water swamping meadowpatches.

 

to glimpse time

beyond us

 

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