Under the sky's cataract-blinded eyes
where ancient darkness stoops
its head sagging to its knees
a walking stick in its hand

All through the night
and through the day
where only drip drop
drip drop
leaves fall on the ground

Like a steam-boat's rating
where memory all the time
sounds with a line
life's water's depth

I know
the icy winds of winter
will one day
push me over there

Earth, let me never
see the face
of that day

Before that happens
please tie my eyes
to my two feet
like a pair of anklets