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But to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint-
…
For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

The tolling bell
Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried
Ground swell, a time
Older than the time of chronometers, older
Than time counted by anxious worried women
Lying awake, calculating the future,
Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops…

"Nor is it an incantation / To summon the spectre of a rose"

Such a complex set of poems about a personal trek through hope and hopelessness and time and times gone.