Of all the days of the sun
and the hours of the day
and changes of the light
that day by day
hour by hour
morning position a different sun
than the one last night set
yet, still –
however many
of these suns,
whether a yearly difference
or an infinite one –
each sun
each day
every hour
of the day
playing
dawn to dusk
night against day,
but night in day and
thus, day in night
the same game of shadows
throwing depth into the horizon
fasting the sky at the end of the eye line
via the same contrast of arrows
the coldest given a minimum of colour
and the darkest a trace warmth
never leaving anything to its coldest darkest self alone
going side-to-side
doing day-to-night
on paths changing night-to-day
or perhaps after all the same path
the never-ending path
the golden arch
the path of difference
falling out of the light
days, suns, hours,
at a time
shaped in the extending and withdrawing
of the shadows in and around the light
between the light light of the shade
and the much heavier light of
sun-bathing
sans
obstruction
gradually bringing out everything
and gradually hiding everything
and gradually graduating between hidings and bringings
always part-hiding the part-brought
or part-bringing the part-hidden
always everything at once
falling out of the light
but never lit the same way again
of all the days, the suns and the hours
in the changing of the light
never to be
just one day,
one sun
or one hour.