At noon we’re closest
To the sun we spin
Moons wax gibbous
Somewhere
Tilts about axis
Our bearing is set
Inertia we’re free
Falling
Waning to darkness
Promising new light
Luminous crescents
Abound
Silence
We are near the edge
Balloons on ceilings
Bobbing
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 
Beautiful description of 24 cycle. The poem combines economy of words and suggestive imagery. One can visualize the waning into darkness of the dying day.
Thank you Jim. The cycles and their interaction is quite amazing. —CC