ON SURVIVAL

If cornflake-tinted leaves were to descend in slo mo so slow

they might look as if stitched to the gauze-mist

infiltrating trees, could a singular wave continue

to break against the flow of a muscular river?

When six o’clock sunshine lays itself along the valley bottom 

the parish church clock clangs to proclaim it both

exemplifies the status quo and marks its evolution,

so stating one cannot exist without the other.