Everything Waits
The night doesn’t rush itself
The trees never do,
nor the house, the horse,
the reliable air
A hayfield is rocked asleep
by the moon
The stones and hills
rest together
I was always there
sleeping, but still
keeping watch
The day never starts without me
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