Equinox

As if on cue, a northwest wind is blowing in

To turn these short sleeves long. We’ll

Drink a glass tonight in honor of the hour

Night finally catches up to day and wish

Summer, reluctantly, farewell. We know

What lies ahead—well, at least in terms

Of light; that we can measure from first

To last, though we’ve no idea what will

Come between or in that stretch from

Last to first. The year will roll on like

These clouds, carried along by currents

That cannot be seen save in the clearing

Of the sky, the wrinkling of the skin,

The cooling of the blood, the changing

Of the stars that roll above our heads

Summer to fall, winter to spring.

9/22/2022