Tanka From A Slightly Diff’rent Universe
A diff’ring
(to the usual) time of day,
adorned with diff’rance.
A diff’ring
(to the usual) time of day,
adorned with diff’rance.
I used to sit in the wind of the morning, hearing them shout out numbers.
Cities in parallel, blended; the nearer past and ancient times.
Told through tense interpretation, their tales light the night and meet the morning.
A day about the harbour. A night around a fire.
Momentum felt as sep’rate moments: such is time.
Written between January, 2016 and August, 2019.
A river, there, reflects the moment.