I tune to an hourglass at the bottom of the sea.
Beneath the waves, the glass sings a sufferable harmony—
that like the thickening of the human face;
that like my ghost who sings all of his minutes away.
On the long table lay his last great aloneness.
He once loved a woman who lived at the foot of a mountain
of scrying monkeys—our human dream:
a ship in two places, twin stars of an equal birth, named.
In a dream,
I found the mountain and stole her from him.
The face of the man is never the face of the man who faces
two places: we are only deep enough when we are face down
among hours, caught in the hand like a dead clock in water.
Jay Sheets is a poet, writer, and researcher. His debut book, The Hour Wasp, was released by April Gloaming Publishing in 2017. Sheets' poems and writing have appeared in numerous journals and magazines. He received a BFA in Creative Writing from Goddard College in Vermont and currently lives in Plymouth, Massachusetts.