Sets The Time
Perhaps it will do some good to reason for a while.
Working that I may become bigger in my actions
My design for motion is only forward, only pausing
For a passing look to the side, or briefly backwards
Dropping the armloads down sets the time.
Wiping the flat stone, the hands slide over
The coolness and confide the need to order
Before the departure is taken and the beach
Is left in undisturbed sand grasses bending
Away from the wind without thinking why.