the approach

the approach

Unbearably slow
how light approaches
both the start of a day
or astronomical
winter    The dark now 
oppressive, fog-heavy 
and low

Records tell us light's 
coming     if we believe 
in the pattern of things

There’s comfort in the return
as we hurtle through space
all of it      fathomless
though we try

I only know
we don’t know
We’re small, have
no vantage on the whole
No place to stand
until we drop
relax     let go