Laughter pours through the hourglass
of days. It is mortality speaking. It means
we are closer to what comes after.
He decides to measure. Record then
name. Tear off the cover. This work
carries risk. No insurance. You could
wake up one morning breathing nothing.
No one reports darkness, but what if.
Carriage rides through blank fields.
A voice speaking frantically and no one
hears. This is why they invented love.
A painter’s canvas shimmering in June
heat. Children playing, shouting human
things. Poets singing as if through time.