Time Stealers

Thieving we were
Taking back, actually
All the sea had thieved from us

Putting away demanded perfection
This time
Substituting with the misshapen

Summer shoes gone now
We, walking away
Our crime ‘gainst the dark, to pray

Satellite

How many times you've walked this road
Looked up at that moon
Cursed moon
Thinking
Maybe
No

Felt your heart spill as a box of rocks
Toppled and strewn about
Left behind
Geologists'
Curiosity
Gone

decidedly

 time 

will 

tell the tale of how you would stack these rocks 

whether in rows or rings or to reach the starlight 

it may not be for me to know 

behind me is water 

a half-written life 

arms reaching ahead 

and north 

an imperfect I love you flies from my hand 

with a tail as long 

as 

time