X after X
Morning leaks gold
Through a crack in the shade
Time keeps its tally
In light and in fade
I’m counting the days
Like coins in a jar
Some fall close
Some roll far
Some burn bright
Some bruise black
Some hit hard
And push me back
I rhyme with the minutes
I chase every beat
I bargain with shadows
That slip from my feet
I grip every hour
Before it can flee
It flickers a warning
Then dives from me
Still I keep counting
The lost and the lit
Each day a small spark
I refuse to quit
And when the last echo
Of waiting is through
I’ll step into tomorrow
And count something new