Counting With Stones And Marks Poem by Zyw Zywa

The arc of the sun: counted
with marks and stones
showing the shadow

of the days, the differences
in the journey of its light
and the rhythm of the rain

from standstill to standstill
You can measure time
in half years

and see it at intervals
of a few weeks, but
without stones and marks

you will not notice
that you cross a boundary of time
like sailing between the Diomedes

the counting does not match
reality any longer
Calendars are fiction

years too, they have no boundary
no days before and after
that are different

each day is new
and unique as a number
in a series without an end

that's how life goes
the life all of us live
as if there is no end