The morning light landed
on surfaces
it had never reached before
The logs groaned
without fire
Dust gathered
around the sounds
At the edge of the field
the grass leaned
both ways
---
The tides no longer
came from the shore
The birds kept correcting
for something that had left
Memories
slowly turning
toward the window
---
Shadows arrived
where walls
had never known them
Sounds arrived from empty rooms
The dust in the cellar
hung at knee height
The pull remained
nobody agreed
from where
---
The room settled back
into its previous arrangement
almost
(almost)
---
Some winters remained
beneath the surface
We still measure distance
by the pull you left behind
Solar eclipses
have become commonplace
