the roar and the calm

∴ sewn between dusk and dawn
wings stitched by threaded wind—
the call of darkened flanks
half-lost soaring toward blackness—
our star-ward pulses quickening

through the fading
gathering of fragments—
drift of memories
hoarded in the borough of foxes
carved from stone and myth
into our palms, trembling
with the weight of what is forever ours
to fully bear and to share
in the momentary flash

air sharpens
as a croon of time bends
across the slopes, summits
out from the cradle of this place,
we are both the roar and the calm ∴