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.
Midnight Pillow