November 23, 2017
from June 17, 2017

Day's stand atop themselves
hours topsy-turvy coil
nothing known is firmly fixed
waves assault the sand
Things are not as they seem
un-done deeds are done
deeds done are un-done
I stand uncertain, confused
Life's hurdy-gurd surrounds me
can do no more than cling to You
my God, my Only Solid Thing