the buzz,
the blaze,
glorious first days

always
mid-morning

and we’ve got time
to kill

the Sun,
my star,
oh God,
your heat

delicious waves
on skin

my heart a rush,
a flutter, I shake

I quake
vast existence

ahead
what’s past
is nowhere
as is now
not even
the very last
moment

noon nor night
ever comes

slow
thick air

opiates
ancient flowers

this is
the endless morning

and we are
immemorial

Chagall 2020