NaPoWriMo #11: At times I have felt like a hair on a hammer

‘Time is the fire in which we burn.’
—Delmore Schwartz

A weight is lifted.
The earth is round.
The earth is full.
The moon is high and bright.
It lights my way
when the sun is hidden from me.

The sun is a mystery.
The sun is my enemy.
The sun is too bright.
It burns and blinds me and
it cooks me where I stand.

2020 – 077/366 – Abstracts — Of light and Ice….

…Found myself…

…behind the wheel…

…with 1/8th of an inch of ice on the windshield…

…the defroster on the glass….

…the Velvet 56 on the camera…

…and time to kill…

…This is what light and ice do with glass and glass…