“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else” … Emily Dickinson


Rising moonlight hears the sound of the setting sunlight


The Sound of Time (a Tanka)
I am thinking why
“Is time, such a patient guy?”
I’m always writing
Anything that comes to mind
“Does time hear the sound of light?”
The Last Encore
I am standing on the diminishing foreshore
Staring at that missing ground floor
“Like there was a door”
Between here and the last encore
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
























