The Summer Triangle is setting.
Five in the morning and I can see the stars;
five in the morning and the Summer Triangle is setting.
I do not wish to move on from summer, but I’m not fighting it as I usually do.
There are things to do.
The small mania of the first day of term has passed, but even so it was a summer day, and therefore holy.
Wholly holy, this moment in this between-time as they all are.