How to measure time

he un-buries the sun
from the grave
in his backyard

and offers her back
to the sky

(he has broken
too many
hearts
harnessing
light)

(he has awoken the
winter
and its
brittle-back
nights)

the clouds
tuck her tight
in their pockets

just one locket
of gold
breaks free.

She is not
the same.