Folded in the nape of the moon
I 	stand 		between 	time
wingspread arms 		caught
between yesterday
                      and
                          tomorrow.

Doubt subsides
like starlight from distant cosmos
a supernova of anticipation explodes
all in the space 
		of a stuck second.

I fly too close to the Earth
planetary	 mass gravity
I crash
a ribboned comet’s tail

                        ⁃ clock hand my nemesis.