I hope this reaches you in time,
before the ridden earth
spins us 'round the fire again,
before it flings us into space,
centripetal adagio,
is there not still time to care again,
to be kind in our passing,
you with your back to the sea,
to all you've left behind,
and me on this same hill
where I've grown old watching sunsets?
We remember how it was, indelible,
and is there not still time enough
for each of us to bleed forgiveness?
