Days That Turn at the Middle

Turn everywhere all the time,
Sure, but the feel of a day
Which often settles at dawn

Sometimes turns in the middle,
High noon, sudden exhaustion,
That sort of thing. If the feel

Flips exactly at exact
Center, it’s definitely
Going to assert itself

In long term memory more
Than the usual sine waves
Raising and lowering moods.

Broken bones are good for that,
As is sudden wealth in fact.

Sunanswerable

Think of your created
As a remote collection
Of phenomena under

Your observation
Blurred by distance
Or medication—

How well can you sense it?
Well enough to work with it,
Evaluate shortcomings,

Progress? Can the simple
Keep a handle on enough
Of the blurring ambition?

The sun has found your window,
For you now, as for you
Always, the sign of peace,

Tranquility, relief
From wisdom, from questions.
Don’t answer them.