Things that work,
at a time when the motion ends.
I am that.
As the sound trails away,
as the stream turns to a drip,
it is I.
What is the end of a day?
There came a time when you had to stop moving.
There will have been a finish line –
perhaps beginning again,
Swirls of powdered tea in a mug continued,
until they showed no motion:
one color in a uniform cup.
I am in the cup when the swirls are no more,
The motion that signals the end is my arrival.
You’ve seen me,
but did you know I was here?