The whispers of Centuries
passed down
in code,
such Cellular messages
repeating themselves incessantly
to the same End
There is no time lost
she says
only time deepened
the repetition, of a stutter
a Call,
the re-enactment
of a moment
Nothing is forfeited in Repetition
we repeat the moment
unequivocally,
until we Seize the moment
or don’t
Low enough to Gild the day’s light
and allow for the night to harden
our Sun has given the Signal;
for some it’s their first time
for others it is habit
Recommendations to the newcomers
reminders for the initiated
encouragement to the Seniors
everyone speaks at the same time
generating the clattering cacophony
of the Gathering
Such a sudden cloud you Rise together
settle on another wire continue your babble
Readying yourselves
for the oncoming journey South
until the Deep of the night Ices over
and only the Blue Jay call resounds,
you are Gone.
Photograph by Erwin Wybauw