Children do steal away
Please stop all the spinning.
Years tick by; gears tick-tock
Earth is getting dizzy,
Many moons a-going,
I long for each past phase,
Reflecting, it’s busy—
work. Play, while silent growth
Sneaks up—it draws them up,
Lines on walls are climbing,
Marking the heads of both
Beside dried fingerprints,
Cosmic clues that linger,
Still. I can’t erase them
Maybe in increments