Coordinates — Meridian

Time begins its measured race, from this invisible, sacred place. Every clock, every zone, every second’s beat — takes its cue from this line of heat.

Where east meets west in a line of air, a cut of longitude, fine and fair. One foot in yesterday's fading light, one in tomorrow's unfolding night. meridian coordinates

No mountain marks it, no river’s bend, just a brass strip the world can tend. A meridian’s promise: wherever you roam, your coordinates lead you back toward home. A parallel thought Time begins its measured race, from this invisible,

Circles of latitude — rings of the earth, measuring climate, giving each birth. Equator’s belt, the tropics’ kiss, Arctic’s silence, Antarctic’s abyss. Time begins its measured race