Grandfather

Follow me until sunrise
when darkness tips his hat.
The world remembers
--to remember.
To remember what?
Humans forget
We reset at 12.

I tip toe on tick marks
until I find my way.
Each digit leans
upon the previous
Hoping to avoid
a collapse of senses.

I trace gaps with my fingers
to the proper term.
And it lands at the edge of a smile.
The rest of the world
does not follow me.
I hang in the air
motionless with you.