Pay Attention

Pay attention

to the hands

of numbers

pointing

you to 

north. 

To the 

dance of

wind

introducing

rubber

to 

freshly

laid concrete.

To the

sugar bees

pressing

on your

back

causing 

you to

fall

backward

in years.

Pay 

attention

to her

blue eyes

searching

for clarity

that you will

have to 

deliver. 

To the 

years

delivering

the bounty

of life and love

and then

stripping

it away

with

the

ease

of the

white birch

bark peeling

in the 

season 

of death. 

Your

era of 

glow dimmed

in silent

hands resting

on hands. 

Pay attention

to the 

spider silk

woven

blanket of

eventuality

reminding

you 

of your 

seconds.