Of time’s frugal timidity
Will God ever come to see me again
calm me to a vulnerable sensitivity
forever in cascading rhythm of one among equals
so adrift in the stellar sands of the confident equation
pipestone singing “for your timid curfew”
a fraction of Her voice, hushed and personal
in myself failing to capture Her presence
my nerve is not “so loud
to be bound to the equation of eternal rest”
celestial mechanics in the door-rest
of time’s fugal timidity