A Few Words Written In the Hope for a Style More Gnomic

 I’d like to learn 

To speak naturally

As does the gnomon

By means of shadow

And in direct translation

Of the sun

On intimate terms

With time as well

Its passing duly noted

In every utterance

As each line falls

Upon dial or page

To grasp at words

As fleet as light

In mere passing

As they shoot

Through the air