It's that time again
'Raise a glass to the turning of a season,
Witness to the arc towards the sun'
They would have marked the day, at sea and ashore, the length of light, with words that feel like velvet in the mouth. Apogee, perigee, parallax, equinox. They would have marked it with compass, with pencil, with a practiced squint, and a weight on the shoulders. They marked it on themselves, another year gone, not religion, that was different, but perhaps a flutter in the gut. We turn, today, from the light again.
What do you all think they are doing on the Indy? Or anywhere else?
Witness to the arc towards the sun'
They would have marked the day, at sea and ashore, the length of light, with words that feel like velvet in the mouth. Apogee, perigee, parallax, equinox. They would have marked it with compass, with pencil, with a practiced squint, and a weight on the shoulders. They marked it on themselves, another year gone, not religion, that was different, but perhaps a flutter in the gut. We turn, today, from the light again.
What do you all think they are doing on the Indy? Or anywhere else?