Moving On Day

To anticipate

To grieve

At the metronome of life

Slowing down

Is to witness shadows

Seeming to multiply

Eclipsing familiarity from deepest self

Meadows recede into melancholy

Trees cease to move

Becoming still life photographs

Fearful of attempting animation again

One’s ocean sunset

Is but a brief moment

Eerily radiating the steppingstones

Of a supreme invitation

And then disappearing over the horizon

Rendering birds silent of wing and song

Spirit of cosmic design

Is everywhere

Even beneath the shadows now

As the void of space

Welcomes the interim

Providing the way station of continuum

Even as we but imagine it all

Our time for moving on in moratorium

For now