Time Forth

My motion lies

in the middle of the first echo,

when the hand reaches for his short breath

and loosely slips lower,

his face to liberate.

My thoughts

make the day turn into a yellowish leaf -

it smells like the fire from the mountains.

They cover the sun

like the thick African dust -

fountains of brown smoke over the city

come to drown them all.

My motion slows down

as the eyes turn away from the windows.

They know someday they'll make their vows -

barely forgiven for their cheap emotions,

barely still searching for a broken sun.