This that recedes

will come near to us

on the other side of day.

Autumn: a single leaf

eaten by light: and the green

gaze of green upon us.

Where earth does not stop,

we, too, will become this light,

even as the light

dies

in the shape of a leaf.

Gaping eye

in the hunger of day.

Where we have not been

we will be. A tree

will take root in us

and rise in the light

of our mouths.

The day will stand before us.

The day will follow us

into the day.