Even though the calendars are off the wall
a deadline looms.
Between this then and that now,
a gulf of time
as fluid and restless as the wind billowing sheer and shadowed curtains

Lists on the table
try and make order of the general unraveling.

I wake and, in the dark, remember items to add.
By morning they are forgotten,
like the stain from Prestik on the wall,
a reminder something was here.


The cat tracks the sun from room to room

I draw a broken shell
using the eraser to reveal light