turning back to world

Solitaries

See

More with 

Less

enough, just before dawn

 Where is it?

   Where is what?

The lost hour.

   Oh, that, it’s gone.

Gone where?

   Where all time goes.

Where?

   Into space.

Space?

   Yes, space.

You mean right here?

   Yes, right here.

[looks out window]

   Are you ok?

No, no I’m not.

[When next we

See him, he has aged,

Never uttering 

another word, just

someone looking out

into disappeared time

The way a tree 

Stretches into thin air

Just before dawn,

Silently holding all

lost hours, all lost loves,

right there beyond sight

As God is, unseen,

No more questions,

The mute fact of it!]

[Silence…

Silence…

Silence…]

Is that it?

   That’s it.

It’s not enough!

   No —

   It’s

   Not