The wobble and the tilt of
winter earth on its axis
deploys sunup and sundown
more this way or that
a different vector on
the naked lonely horizon
Diffused light opens the pupils
of this imbalanced body
tipping as it does sideways
a saddle not tightly cinched
against the gravity of pivot
when Titan smells the barn
I know this is more than
a repeating season or
earth doing the limbo
but instead my own axis, twisted
so light on water comes now
as I did not know it the day before
vitalwholeness 
And as the years progress, I feel my own axis changing, more wobbling than tilting, perhaps, but finding daily a new perspective.