celestial surrender

waxing
waning

ebbing
flooding

rising
setting

cyclical
relentless
inexorable

and yet

and yet

and yet.

i scramble

as if anything i might do
makes a damned bit of
difference.

my tide is ebbed
my moon is waned
my sun is set

but each will

flood
wax
rise

again

in its own time

with nary a twitch of my finger.

i shall use this time
to finger twitch

elsewhere.