clocks are omens

as the day dismounts and dark delights pendulum into view
after the keen glint of twilight disentangles the bright from - 
almost here. new sounds syringe the silence with a steady drip
of crickets and cat calls. an abundance of hidden dances
being still when your mind is too loud to listen.
different birds hush above the teeming slumber with a truth
that only talons can convey… as deeper things coalesce- 
they emerge; as
you attend. 

something is going on. 
but ‘off ‘ is on 
the mend.