Lifetimes are measured
in this existence. And  
a star in the east is rising
over the ridge past Shine
Hollow, the lake and
the tombstones. Next
door the tombstones
cast long shadows of
themselves and
when I say this is my refuge,
it does not mean I own it.
It is my refuge.
The star rising is my star.
This small – pale yellow–
dwarf so far, so very close.
Eight seconds, by photon.
I say.
I also say these are my
woods, they
are where my sun shines.
We coexist my life and I.
Lin Yutang says the shadows
of small men cover the land
indicating the end of day.
I say this is my sunrise.
and not mean I own it.
Long shadows are of dawn,
as well as the dusk.
This is my life, and 
like the tombstones or
the ridge i stand, and
that is my shadow, and 
it is eight, seconds, long.