quixotic puddle, a surrounding circled
by sandy ringlets of time under tree trunks
bearing desire, beneath Earthly happenings
below fears each a different shade of brown.
awaiting the hands of the archaeologist
who lives in Earthly happenings but digs
deeper than the laborers of nearby towns
and fills pales with rocky memories to look through later
just to find the round forming tangible time,
which culminates in the rolling stones they release
from their wrinkled fingers and soft brain tissue
as it thinks of what is later
as an idea
through each individual estuary laden sphere of
circled time wheeling life creating characteristic.