While You Wait for the Light

Now you’ve caught the world
Speeding a tiny
Bit faster these days,

After having slowed
Through the century
You’ve been measuring.

How mysterious
Is it that the vast
Clock that set your lives

In motion is small
In the night and still
Making minimal

Moment adjustments?
What is time on Earth
If not day and night?

Something in the core,
The iron heart shifts,
A little, as if

A sleeper’s dreaming
In it as it spins.
You don’t know your home.