Balancing Act

Only a third
of the world remains
in view:
this season,
this act,
this penultimate moment
before the adhesive fails
and the bits and pieces of our existence
tumble.

Afterwards,
we scoop up
the fragments:
night,
noon,
morning,
stick them back together,
move on.
The citrus orb
of sun
rises from the rubble
to guide
our way.