How does it sit

How does it sit

What is the slant

Nothing quite happens

Before it is past

Shadows are secrets

Under exposure

Darkness a swallow

Into the belly of a whale

The sun is life

The sparkle in the eye

Of a newborn

The harshest glare

An unblinking stare

Blindingly oblivious

To the destruction

In its gaze

Caught in two minds

Torn between

Before and after

What is

When what could be

Is never sure

Of an answer

The rise and fall

So much more than

Movement

Stillness an obstacle

To some

A completion to others

In...out

Up...down

The meaning of a spectrum

Is more than an exercise

In colour coding

Where do we sit

When there is nowhere

Left to stand

For something other

Than to act

In response

To each preceding

Action

Even when the pretext

Makes no sense.