Memory

as far as our feelings

how much has been lost

the earth now changes too fast

and are we waiting

expecting the announcement

to find no voice

I won't tell you of the indifference

as flat as stone flits into bellowing dark

there's nothing

no sound

no dominion of eyes

the spiral dance of dark and light

into the plunge-down frayed

swerving between the palms

one finds the oldest dignity

somehow that word

once belonged only to the trees

to the ones who come and go

without memory