Great earth snakes change guard
over tiny us, slide in in new skins.
Winter pours from the ground
to lay across the woolen world
in cool, nest-sitting repose.
It abides, eating my certainty.
The shapes of summer’s purposes
melt in its smooth belly.
I can’t guess what I knew
in fall or spring. For now,
just walking to that chair and
sitting down seems the only thing.