Moving Through Continuance

Perpetual beginnings avoid uncertain endings. The day ends forgetting where it started. One hour wipes a moving face you had hung on the wall thinking to mark a passing, but there is no passing only the begun again. A tiny speck floating between us. Your eyes flicker over it tracing its erratic passage. My features are wiped away as your mind follows your eyes. Only another distraction can bring us back together into the same space. Abandoned footprints pressed into the earth between night and day Muddy shoes, empty, discarded, their throats wide open, mouths mutely appealing, caught in the act of escaping both dark and light. Here, where elderly men sip tea with the loud ticking of a communal clock, unshod feet shuffle in white cotton. Their thoughts begin and end in the gaps between their words. Perpetual twilight stirs the milk in dimming eyes. Exasperated attendants hunt for lost shoes, while the old men play an invisible game of chess with specks of awareness caught as they are between somnambulant journeys.