Now that the nights turn longer than the days
We are standing in the still light after dawn
In the high grass of autumn that is green againhushes in its own place after the burn of summer

Each of us stationed alone without moving
At a perfect distance from all the others
Like shadows of ourselves risen out of our shadows
Each eye without tuming continues to behold

What is m oving
Each of us is one of seven now
We have come a long way sailing our opened clouds
Remembering all night where the world would be
The clear shallow stream the leaves floating along it
The dew in the hushed field of the only morning