The pages of this calender drift
in and out of memory.
The soft paper flips casually from
one week to the next then
all of a Sudden
one month is gone,
the days synchronized and squished
into neat little boxes and numbers.
Like that,
time pushes relentlessly forward
the ebb and flow of us
forgotten in the names of passing seasons.
The only thing you can do
is feel the moist earth with your bare feet
to remember that for the moment
you are grounded.