The day races from the sun.
The morning shrinks,
the afternoon stretches,
the evening hurries forward,
the night falls back.
Sand runs through the hourglass.
The chronologic snake
swallows its tail.
Tomorrow
becomes today
becomes yesterday
becomes memory,
possible lost to is,
is to was,
was to remember when.
Even the gold heaped
on my sun-flamed skin as tan
fades with the passing days.