Recommencement Speech

In a world where every point
Is some kind of turning point
And no point is a real end,

What is the wave that rides out
Never to return, always
To begin again? The day

Dawns cloudy with news of clouds.
The amount of things going
Down is too many to count,

Including all the counting
Going down. People will throw
Their caps in the air, somewhere.

Today is the turning point,
The point that never returns.