Body and Soil

Crepuscular credos hover
Between midnight doubts and daytime
Facts—or is it, in fact, daytime

Doubts and midnight facts? Just as soon
As we ask, the shadows are back,
The best shadows, light from the ground

Reflecting the still-brighter sky,
Before or after direct sun,
No shadows at all, actually,

Just less-then-robust reflections,
Romances for the young, regrets
And nostalgia for the old, though

That, too, is the wrong way around.
Count yourself lucky if you age
Enough to crave dirt more than flesh.

It means you have one requited
Romance left. Lost faith in twilight
Emotion’s worthless to regret.