Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines


‘One too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.’

                                          Bob Dylan

Morning is always the morning

of an uncompleted day.

Not until light is fading

has the interval passed by.

An uncompleted day

is not yet to be fixed—

but each interval passing by

may be notched on a stick.

Not yet to be fixed

while the long night’s images last,

but notched on the stick

as the day slides into the mist.

The long night’s images last.

But now the light is fading

as the day slides into the mist.

Morning is always the morning.