I sit quietly
Wait for the light to fade
I am in no hurry
My days work is done
The rest is playtime
I am settled
More so than expected
No anxiety
In visiting these parts
As there was in the past
That though could all be transitory
For tomorrow I venture closer
To the centre of the fault line
Nearer to the focal point
Of that previous past universe
I know I should not worry
What isn’t already forgotten
Is ever more certain to disappear
In the certain fullness of time
In the single pointedness of duty
