Grievance

already

moments counted down

tick by turned out tock

mantle clock stands near

to silence

tried again

this day; waking full

fledged, Eden bound, by

sound of cradled rock

of ages

spent on stones

lodged like pendant gems

in streams well rippled;

sorrow stippled dead

end drowning

looking back

or forward, grasping

threads once woven, tied

or cloven, nature

wills its end