only the day & I

art at my feet 

Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
there is less of it I know none of that
as I walk out through the early garden
only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
without a number or a present age

And to go from the profound to the profane~this was the sign I saw while out walking errands!