One More Fleck Through the Sieve

It’s a fun game while it lasts.
Hound change, trap it, cut it in

Half. Split and split it to shards,
Small as the least bit of sec

You can get—there’s still some change
Left. Give up and turn your back;

Here it comes. It swells, a flood,
A moon on a hill, fire, war.

Spin and cut it back down, now,
Close to the quick, to just now.

Ah, but in that spin, you changed.
You found you sat on a cliff,

Knew how you got there but not
Why or where you should go next.

What day, what time is it? What
Did you mean to do with this?