About

Rest — hours given back to the dark A second life, asleep — — years.

Walking — steps, each a small departure Far enough to ring the Earth — times.

Blood — quiet laps of a private river Long enough to reach the moon — times.

Code — keys tapped into the quiet Enough to type — novels.

Heart — the first clock I ever owned Still keeping time.

Breath — borrowed, then given back Enough to lift — hot air balloons.