Blue Cuckoo

Of all the synchronization
Involved in coordinations
Of humans with other humans,

It’s easy to forget the day
Is the original template
For the organizing of time—

The day, this evening light fading,
Half-scorned by an electric age
When culture is a hovercraft

Communicating with itself,
Floating above all diurnal
And nocturnal rhythms alike.

It’s what loneliness is good for—
To tie your pulse back to the world.