There is a migratory quality to all my qualities,
They go from north to south in and out of a seasonal
of their own hemi-spheric making
They transit hot and cold in their analogous differences
Pulling up the cover of the temperature seasons accordingly
Dragging me either side of a dislocated equator.
There is a temporary quality to all my qualities
They time difference east to west either side of a temporal
of their own mean-time making
They transfer night and day in their analogous differences
Pulling across the contrast of daylight to darkness accordingly
Throwing me any side of a timeless meridian.
These qualities of my qualities tell me
What time of the year I am in
What time of the day it is
In a worldplace of their own making
The world of my qualities separates to a geography that forecasts
According to its own climate
The world of my qualities keeps to a chronology that historicises
According to its own clockwork
There is this quality to my qualities
That might first rain in the morning
And then noon South in the sunshine.