Some Velvet Morning

50,000 years give or take
a week or so
down to this scratched out
day on the bathroom calendar

seen thru binoculars

              what I was saying
just as you & the bells
                              might return wherever
              graciously assembled

a game-face for oblivion or
something I thought we’d ditched
a ways back like this feeling
we’ll never get there

when it turns out it’s
where we’ve been
all along