Time Change

To steal some morning light the way we do

to give to afternoon, you’d think we had

a need to twist our only globe askew,

not violently so, but just a tad.

The Wish to Want

The wish to want to clear the attic gnaws

at pleasures of the hour. I know regret

will one day with a vengeance make me see

those tasks I could have done, had I just met

the next year eye to eye with what should be

the future’s long-ago-forgotten chores.

At Last!

There! Outside: a single leaf

has issued from a single twig.

It fights the wind for exercise,

or dances to a private jig.

How did I dance at that size

before I suffered birth and grief?