Outside the hose is coiled,
the drain rock undisturbed,
the lamb’s ear grown an inch overnight.
It’s the time of day all the conference rooms are taken by the clatter of birds kicking up sparks.
Dew on the grass turning in for the night,
mollusks stumbling their way back home.
And in the crook of some big tree raccoons are curling in with their masks and glittery teeth,
the possum is hanging his head low,
and we are all sitting on our toilets staring at screens.