Silver snail trail, sun,

sea grey, grey,

 

catching thunder

clouds bank high

 

darker brooding.

 

Behind dry eyes

voices: children play.

 

Eve of three Kings

travelling wide

 

born babe.

 

Swallowing time

rolls, tide to tide

 

another tear rifts

simple things.

 

Star bauble sparkle

snail trail silver slime

 

we run towards

earth spin;

 

& all our

axis tumble.