Time out of mind
And so the night has come for her
to be an aged woman.
With shadow shaping shadow
the November moon slimming and
enlarging in the dormer window,
she counts some names of loves
the years have tunspelled.
Her past and future have been
conditional.
Both are possibilities for lost and
love both present in the mind that
that watches midnight display its
shopworn moon, then lower it
again.
Memory saves for a while what
destroys time
Comes as it can come to everyone.,
the certainly that the human season
is just human time ,
the time of beings so entailed in love
that even death can't determine
what is it
Time does not consume this hour
and doesn't console it with
promise of oblivion
