the moon falls
behind gazing trees
the clouds scar
its bedazzled face
the birds
slumber in the sunset
in the guarded nightfall

I read about the outline
of yesterday
things were different then
not simpler or better
just different
now it’s a willful world—

I plan to see my grandson–
he reminds me
of his birthday
I have plans

swim in the deep end
of the ocean
slide down the long falls
to say I did
remember the equinox
on my mother’s birthday
and that time runs
faster