considering absurdity

This, the last day of the possible
stumbles into itself:
sounds upon peripheries,
scents lingering upon the breeze,
transient, shapes form
until disbelief and uncertainty
seem caught
in the amber
of an autumnal sun.

Vagrant stanzas stutter
between hedge and tree;
a half-remembered tune
trailing unspoken words,
a ragged diary, pages torn
and strewn between
dissolving futures,
flurries of leaves
and these shortening days.

Tomorrow, certainty may resume:
today, let impossibles occur.