Odd how the shadows across the splay of the music
are out of sync with the movement of my own hands

Whose hands are interceding with the fall of the light!

There’s a clock in the room beside me beats incessant time
like a wave runner would

I’ve gone under, I keep going under, I don’t like going under

I’m so tempted to rhyme with asunder,
so I look it up quickly to be certain I know what it means

So as not to be caught off guard

I wouldn’t want to be caught off guard

I don’t like to be caught off guard

Chagall 2019