Water Wheel
The water wheel runs counter of time,
A Ferris of spillage
Reversing the mud-packed trudge
Of dialectic history.
Here the march is toward finitude.
Back to a beauty
Born of sediment and bone—grist
Of dinosaur, of godless
Wonders. Hearken the gurgle, the buckets’
Indefatigable churn.
The water wheel runs counter of time.
