long thin arms (2005)
they must have such long thin arms to reach the past
blind grabbing in the clockwork fluffclog dim
tracing out shapes of reasons for
the present they received;
the cogs of cause and effect.
but the gears have shifted strangely;
faint light glints old on the springs and balances
which ticked the small tock.
reconfigured into presentable sentences here
they run smooth with measured swishes,
past tense and pretence.
my arms no longer attempt such extractions.
and the pistons run truly.
the flywheel spins so fast
it looks at rest and at peace with the past.