Horizon-Hinged, The Sun Meets The Daisies Poem by Kenna

Horizon-hinged, the sun meets the daisies
(That meet my feet) at some endless distance
Tall enough - to my fingertips - they tease
Nostalgias at every touch, every chance.
Every memory dazzles the dappled
Petals - and - I run - with fingers outstretched
Toes through the sticky peat of the toppled
Dig a tortuous path in the wretched
Refuse of days passed; as those still in bloom
Flash like moving photographs through my mind
(like honey - and beestings - and sweet perfume)
As I race toward the setting sun through time.

[Time - what will become of my flowered field?
Will the moon reflect it, or stay concealed? ]