Backward

A welterweight in chains
Of hair, that time runs
Backwards from the fight
Converging on a day
In June feeling more
Like Spring where in
The park with his
Love packing up
The picnic

A countdown starting
At ten and going on
To nine and faces
Anxious, all the world
Agog at what we're
About to do. A
Superman not just one
Of the crowd born
With a silver ladle
In his mouth and super-
Woman nowhere to
Be seen

My day starts in
Starlight and rolls
Backwards towards
Midday. I wake
And my love beside
Me wakes sleepy
And I come back
to here as we arrive
At morning she offers me
Her arms and tousles my
Hair and says
Let's go back
To bed